As Mara’s mouth traveled over his taut-skinned organ, smooth and supple and understanding, he found himself opening his fist and instead stroking her glossy raven waves almost tenderly. Ah, the joy of this thing! It was shameful that she had done this to so many others. It was dirty and disgusting and wrong. And yet in a way, none of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was that she was on her knees before him as she should be, and she would not stop until his body did what it needed to do. For somehow, in a way that he did not quite understand, she wanted it almost as much as he did. Happily he clung to her, smiling, swaying, shuddering, on and on and on, and as the golden-haired little girl rubbed herself so fiercely to what the older girl did, the determined Mara at last br
