She pulled back the covers and slid down so that her mouth was next to his c**k. “Did you sleep well, little friend?” she said. “Are you refreshed?”
She bent her head and kissed the tip of his c**k. “Are you still a bit sleepy, Master d**k?” she said. By now his c**k was almost fully erect, the head a deep red, almost purple, the delicate skin stretched to a glossy sheen. She took him in her mouth and sucked him, nearly to the back of her throat. “Don’t be shy, little friend,” she said, taking his c**k out. “It’s good to play.”
If any other girl had spoken in such a way, he would have found her coyness distasteful. But there was so much playfulness in Gwendolen’s manner, and at the same time a kind of lascivious innocence, that he was entranced.
She was still talking to his c**k. “My li
