Kristine kissed his big fat cock softly, then hungrily, up and down the veined column, her tongue tracing every ridge and curve as if memorizing his shape.
She sucked gently on the swollen head, letting her saliva coat him completely.
Every lick left behind a slick, sticky trail that shimmered under the dim lighting, preparing his cock for what she was about to attempt.
She didn't ignore his balls, either.
With delicate care, she moved lower and gave them the same attention.
Her lips wrapped around one, then the other, tongue swirling, hands gently massaging as if she was handling something sacred.
Ross let out a low growl of pleasure, his hips twitching involuntarily with every pass of her mouth.
Kristine's own body was heating up, arousal building inside her just from the sounds he made and the power she held in that moment.
But she knew this was only the beginning. She was about to push herself further.
