Mirabel remained slumped over the desk for a moment, her breathing short. Her body was still trembling from the last contractions of her orgasm. A thick trickle of semen slowly flowed between her thighs, tracing a shiny line on her pale skin. She turned her head slightly, her gray eyes still veiled by pleasure, and met Klein's gaze.
Without saying a word, she slid off the desk and fell to her knees in front of him. Her face was now level with Klein's cock, still glistening with their mixed fluids.
She looked up at him, a smile on her swollen lips. Then she opened her mouth and took his penis between her lips. Her warm, wet tongue slid over the wide glans, carefully licking the white and transparent mixture that covered it. She sucked gently, cleaning every protruding vein, slowly moving down the shaft to the base. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked diligently.
" Mmmh… " she made, her mouth full.
