"You've been so good to me tonight," Sophie whispered, her warm breath teasing his sensitive skin. "Let me take care of you now."
She parted her lips and took him into her mouth, enveloping the head in wet, silky heat. Her tongue swirled around him lovingly, tracing every ridge and vein as she sank deeper.
Stan groaned deeply, his good hand gently threading through her hair. Sophie moved with perfect rhythm, slow and sensual at first, then building steadily.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking with just the right pressure while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach.
The wet, intimate sounds of her mouth filled the room: soft, slick glucks and gentle gasps for air whenever she pulled back to swirl her tongue over the sensitive head.
"Fuck, Sophie… your mouth feels incredible," Stan breathed, voice rough with pleasure.
