Yuki's heavy-lidded eyes, still dazed from her recent climax, sharpened as they met Eren's. She understood the implicit command, the demand to revitalize him, to bring him back to full, rigid power. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the task.
She knelt before him, her body still glistening with sweat and the residue of their passion. Her dark eyes, unwavering, fixed on his dick, which, though still firm, had softened slightly after his last climax. She reached out, her fingers, cool and slender, gently encircling the base of his shaft. Her touch was light, almost tender, yet incredibly deliberate.
