"...Should I drink?"
Elio let out a chuckle. He was the one who invited her to drink, so why would he refuse? But then again, he doubted his cock would be aroused that easily after all the satisfaction it got that morning; first from the maids, then from Mareen.
Yes. His stamina was otherworldly. But surely, it would have some limits, right?
When he took too long to respond, engulfed in these thoughts, Mareen licked its head with her tongue, gentle, with caution and a little bit of fear.
She was treating it like a delicate treasure, almost as if she was walking on top of eggs, eggs of a furious creature that would instantly kill her if she dared walk carelessly and crack any of them.
'She's an amateur, of course!' thought Elio, letting out a chuckle afterwards.
"Don't be afraid!" he said, grabbing her chin so she could look at him. "It's not that delicate."
"But it's soft," Mareen protested. "What if I bite you?"
This question alone aroused Elio once again.
