Shadow leaned forward. She parted her lips behind the sheer fabric of her veil. She wrapped her warm, wet mouth around the head of his cock.
"Fuck," Leo hissed, his head falling back against the wooden wall of the booth, "That's it, take it deeper. Let me feel that throat."
Shadow's tongue was enthusiastic. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge of his cock, tasting the seeping precum of his.
When she was done cleaning him up, Shadow bobbed her head, taking him deep into her throat, the wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth echoing loudly in the small, enclosed wooden box.
Slurp. Gawk. Suck.
Leo looked down at her. A highly trained bodyguard of Ryana's, stripped bare from the waist up, her face hidden behind a dark veil, kneeling on a holy prayer mat and sucking his cock like her life depended on it.
He was her God.
His hand slipped through her hair, as he held them in his fists.
