"Ah…?"
Lancel's mind went blank.
He couldn't even begin to process the situation.
A part of him still wanted to simply finish his shower and move on, but the undeniable surge of arousal made it impossible to pull away.
Fiore's soft hand was wrapped around his shaft, her palm gliding over the sensitive tip while her fingers gently massaged his glans.
The pleasure was intense and far better than he had expected. If this was what she wanted, who was he to refuse something that felt this good?
"How is it?"
"You're… really skilled with your hands…"
"Am I?"
Fiore truly was skilled. Her movements were confident, as if this wasn't her first time handling a man.
In truth, she had never touched a real penis before until now.
What Lancel didn't know was that Fiore had an entire collection of dildos hidden away in her drawer, each one thoroughly chosen to look and feel uncannily realistic.
