My peaceful shaft stirred the moment Elara wrapped her hand around it beneath my pajamas. She stroked me slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, flicking it lightly.
Her skill was as impressive as ever. It barely took a few strokes before my drowsy member hardened completely, standing upright against her palm.
Her other hand slipped beneath my shirt, crawling upward until it reached my breast. She squeezed firmly, pinching the nub and pulling it forward without mercy.
My ample bosom reacted instantly, bouncing under her touch. Even to my own ears, the soft, wet sounds were lewd.
Her tongue slid into my ear, warm and invasive, while her fingers twisted and rolled my stiff nipple between them.
Below, the hand gripping me showed no mercy. I had never felt such a desperate urge to climax so quickly. Ever since meeting Elara, it seemed I had been breaking my own records each time we did this.
"Ah—wait… ugh… slowly… hiss…"
"How was your day today?" she asked casually.
