Cesare would be lying if he said he didn't like Lydia calling him that, even if she says it with a giggle. He smiles at her and and strokes her head before resting to trace his fingers along the back of her neck.

He holds no qualms whatsoever about staring straight at her and watching every slight quirk of her lips and movement of her hand. So far so good. It's all routine, a good routine but nevertheless one that he's familiar with from Nancy. Then she kisses his dick, eyes looking up at him, and his breath catches. Had Nancy taught her that? No, surely not. She can't have. That was improvised. He lets out a slight groan and moves his hand to clasp at the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.

"Who taught you that, hmm?" he asks, not actually expecting an answer.

She looks good with him in her mouth like that and he starts to pull her gently in towards him, encouraging her to take him in more.