Arystan burbled as Sara bent to his cock, wrapping her lips around it, sliding her hot, wet mouth up and down his shaft several times, sucking hard as she pulled back, the head emerging from her soft lips with an audible pop. Arystan raised his head slightly, his breathing ragged, staring at her torpidly as Sara’s blue eyes glittered up at him hotly. “I know what you did for me, Arystan,” she said, running her tongue around the fluted head, pleasure pulsing, throbbing, thrumming through him as Sara continued to bathe and caress the tip of his cock with her smooth muscle. He groaned. The foreskin was pulled back and the head of his cock was dark, full of blood coursing through it as if it had a life all of its own. “You trusted me,” she breathed, kissing the tip of his organ, sucking the never-ending drop of fluid that kept reappearing, then plunging her mouth over him again, driving her orifice over and over his shaft, sucking and pulling on each upstroke of her mouth. She could not take all of him because of his length and so she brought her hands up to help, first cupping them lightly under his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as he ached and hissed with pleasure.
