As though to support his words, Caius's cock throbbed and flexed as it jutted from his groin.
Meline had looked up at him, chuckling as her annoyance was already gone now that the cause of that annoyance had been destroyed. As she tossed the rags aside, her eyes glanced down at the organ she had damaged Caius's clothes for.
She gulped as her mouth produced more saliva than usual, and she needed to swallow quickly so she didn't drool in her hunger. She grabbed the rod with both of her hands and instantly moved up and down the length with an enraptured look in her eyes.
Caius pressed his back against the tree, its bark hardly causing him any discomfort, and he just looked down, gazing at Meline as she stroked his rod. He stretched his hands down, placing them on top of her platinum blond head.
