the delicate hollows of her knees and the curve of her hips illuminated by the dim, flickering light.

Her expert fingers trailed circles around sensitive flesh, her nails gently scraping over skin, her soft palm sliding with a touch that was both gentle and masterful. He spurts over her hand, the hot seed coating her fingers in a sticky, pungent glaze. NAME_1 withdraws her hand, her fingers glistening with his essence, the air filled with the heady, musky scent of his release.