Lafarhul watched me with an unbothered smile, one of a predator who had just discovered their favorite prey possessed a fang to fight back.
"It seems my Master has more hidden tricks than I initially suspected," she purred.
I let my weight settle between her thighs, feeling the slick heat of her against my inner legs and began to stroke the length of it against the surface of her pussy.
"My so-called trick aside, you're become so wet down here, Lafarhul," I said out, my voice sounding rougher than I intended. "And yet you haven't even tried touching yourself this whole time you're caring for me. You really need to take better care of your own body, you know?"
Lafarhul didn't look away, her gaze fixed on the way my hand worked against her entrance.
"You seem to have quite the experience with that particular sexual organ, Master," she replied, her eyes shimmering with curiosity. "You don't move like a first-timer with that long and girthy instrument of yours—"
