Elira slid from the tabletop, the cool air kissing her skin as she peeled the dress from her body and flung it onto a chair.
She sank to her knees before Daniel, eyes locked on the mess he had made — remnants of cum still clinging to his rigid, veiny cock, streaked with the wet slick of her saliva.
Daniel's palm rested over her head, holding her steady, while her soft fingers curled around his shaft.
"Mmmn~ hehehe…"
She dragged her tongue along the length in long, deliberate strokes, licking every drop clean with a slow, lustful heat that made her breath warm against him.
"Yes… just like that," he groaned, eyes locked on her.
Within two minutes she had cleaned his cock.
Daniel, impressed by her efficiency, grabbed his shaft and delivered firm slaps to her flushed face, the wet impact sending shivers of pure lust through her with a slight tease.
