Aubrelle was above Trafalgar, her body trembling slightly, her breathing heavy and uneven.
From where he lay, Trafalgar had a clear view of her pussy, and Aubrelle looked visibly nervous, her hips hesitating as if she did not quite know how to move.
"Trafalgar… what do I do now?" she asked in a small, unsteady voice.
He answered her softly, trying not to make her more self-conscious.
"Try… using your mouth," he said gently. "That way you can make me feel good too… like I'm doing to you now."
As he spoke, Trafalgar leaned forward and slowly began to touch her pussy, carefully, patiently, following her reactions instead of forcing any rhythm.
Aubrelle let out a quiet gasp, her legs trembling as the sensation spread through her body.
"Aaah…"
Not wanting to stay behind, and clearly encouraged by what she felt, Aubrelle bent down awkwardly and tried to take Trafalgar's cock into her mouth, at first only the tip, then slowly moving lower, guided more by instinct than confidence.
