The name, spoken without looking, was a command. The pink-haired dwarven maid, who had been on her knees beneath the desk for the past hour, surfaced. Her mouth, wet with saliva and pre-cum, was red. Her lips, swollen from the extended service, were parted. Her blue eyes, which had been focused on his cock, found his face.
"Yes, young lord?" Her voice was hoarse. The 'I-have-been-sucking-for-an-hour' roughness that she had grown accustomed to.
He stood. His chair, pushed back, scraped the floor. His cock, the full ten inches, was hard. The shaft, slick with her saliva, stood from his body like a mast. The head, dark and swollen, dripped.
"Bend over the desk."
