The remnants of pleasure still tingled through my body as I sat on the long bench, drawing a deep breath. Arianna lay sprawled on the floor, her body glistening with sweat and fluids, but her crimson eyes stared up at me with something difficult to describe.
Then her gaze dropped to my cock.
Still erect. Still hard. Still ready to be used again.
Without being asked, without being commanded, Arianna crawled closer. Her limp body moved slowly, her knees bruised by the marble floor, but nothing stopped her. She stopped between my legs, her face directly before my cock—still slick with our combined fluids.
And she licked it.
Her pink tongue traced slowly from base to tip, cleaning the remnants of our mixed juices. Her eyes looked up at me from below, seeking approval.
I stroked her hair. "Good dog."
