Diana's hand trembled slightly as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of Liam's cock. It was warm, hard, the skin soft over the rigid length.
She could feel it pulse slightly in her grip, responding to her touch.
She glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his for just a moment, and then she leaned forward.
Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth slowly, her tongue sliding along the underside as she moved. The taste of him was salty, slightly musky, and strangely intoxicating.
Liam's breath hitched, his hand moving to rest gently on the back of her head, not pushing, just there.
Diana took her time, her head bobbing slowly as she worked him with her mouth.
Her tongue moved deliberately, tracing along the sensitive spots, swirling around the head, teasing.
She was experienced, that much was clear.
Every movement was calculated, practiced, the kind of skill that came from years of knowing exactly what to do.
