Still wet, San made her way back to Ustal. With one hand gliding up his chest, she tilted her head and met his gaze. Her other hand found its place between his legs, cradling his erection in her small palm and giving it a deliberate, firm squeeze. "Can you promise me?" she asked, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, as if she intended to kneel down right then and there and pleasure him with her mouth.

His member jerked so forcefully in her grasp that she had to stifle a giggle. "Oh, absolutely," he responded, his voice dropping to a deep, solemn tone, as if he were making...