She sucked his cock with a relentless pace, bobbing her head up and down while using her tongue to lick and press against the sensitive frenulum on every upward stroke.
Her own pleasure was like a throbbing echo between her legs, but this, serving him, worshiping him, was her primary drive.
One of his hands left her hair and found her ear, rubbing the incredibly sensitive inner fur.
Pleasure-pain shot through her, and she moaned around his cock, the vibration drawing a guttural curse from his lips.
She could feel the tension coiling in him, the way his muscles trembled. His grip on her hair tightened. "I'm close, Lia. So close. You want my cum?"
Lia looked up at Ethan and took hold of his cock with her hand and let it fall from her mouth.
"What should I do,My Lord, to give you more pleasure ?" she asked me.
