Arala's fingers danced over the bulge in my pants, her touch light but insistent and teasing, sending sparks of anticipation racing through my veins.
She licked her lips, those full crimson pillows glistening in the firelight, as she tugged at the laces of my trousers.
"Time to free this beast, and see what it's made of," she whispered in my ears seductively, her voice a sultry command that made my balls tighten.
With deft movements, she pulled the fabric down, my thick cock springing free, veins bulging along its length, the head already swollen and leaking a bead of precum that caught the warm glow from the hearth.
"It's bigger than I expected."
Her eyes widened slightly, a mix of admiration and hunger flashing across her face as she wrapped her soft hand around my shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip.
The sensation was electric, her palm warm and slightly calloused from her healing work, gliding over my skin with just the right pressure.
