That was a good kiss. Lydia smiles, quite lost in her daydream as she sinks back on her heels. Oh that man. He must be a god of some sort!
She's snapped back to reality at the sound of Cesare's belt. This time, she doesn't make the same mistake, and instead waits for him to unbutton his trousers. She licks her lips, just subtly.
"Hello, Mr. President," she giggles as he presents his cock to her. But her laughter soon stops. She has to get this right. She runs her finger from tip to balls underneath his penis, as Nancy had taught her. Twice. Three times. Now, a kiss, just light to the very tip of it, to show… to show you worship it. That bit, Nancy hadn't taught her, but Lydia had read enough of that dirty book of her mother's to know. Then… oh blow.
She checks Cesare's face. Is there any emotion at all? Does he like it?
She bends her head to kiss his dick again, before taking him, just a little, in her mouth.
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She's snapped back to reality at the sound of Cesare's belt. This time, she doesn't make the same mistake, and instead waits for him to unbutton his trousers. She licks her lips, just subtly.
"Hello, Mr. President," she giggles as he presents his cock to her. But her laughter soon stops. She has to get this right. She runs her finger from tip to balls underneath his penis, as Nancy had taught her. Twice. Three times. Now, a kiss, just light to the very tip of it, to show… to show you worship it. That bit, Nancy hadn't taught her, but Lydia had read enough of that dirty book of her mother's to know.
Then… oh blow.
She checks Cesare's face. Is there any emotion at all? Does he like it?
She bends her head to kiss his dick again, before taking him, just a little, in her mouth.