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Angélique with Master Riley in the main lounge
"Assist your Mistress and clean me up. Then come sit on my knee."
Angélique arose gracefully from her knees at his directive, to fetch washcloths and towels with which to cleanse both her mistress and her Master. As Aria licked her husbands fluids from her lips Angel was there with a wam and fragrant cloth lovingly cleansing her exquisite face smiling into her eyes as she felt her slender fingers caressing her own receptive flesh moments before she backed out of the room.
Now it was Master Riley's turn...
Angélique took his heavy appendage between her practiced fingers and carefully used her mouth and tongue to clean its length clean of every single drop of his precious seed determined that none would be lain to waste. Her small tongue dipped in to every nook and crevice of his cock paying particular attention to his heavy balls and inner thighs as she worked, delighting in this small labour of love.
The young woman was careful also not to arouse her Master unduly for she had not been given permission to make him fully hard again.
Finally satisfied, she carefully covered his pants before taking a warm wash cloth and using it to clean all evidence of her own fluids from the sleeping monster who looked very much as if it might at any second take matters into its own hands to rise up and ravish her, permission or not.
Angélique blushed prettily at the fanciful notion as she patted all parts of him dry and helped him back into his pants.
She was gone but a second to put away the small bowl into the kitchen just missing the newest addition to their household before returning to slip onto his lap her arms wrapping gently around him as she awaited his next command. Sometimes he allowed her to initiate, his favorite sensed this might not be one of those times.
While she waited she was content to breathe in the musky and all masculine scent that was uniquely his mixed with undertones of the Old Spice Her Master favored , the combined scents that had her pulses racing with anticipation of what might happen next.
Angélique did not have long to wait...
"Assist your Mistress and clean me up. Then come sit on my knee."
Angélique arose gracefully from her knees at his directive, to fetch washcloths and towels with which to cleanse both her mistress and her Master. As Aria licked her husbands fluids from her lips Angel was there with a wam and fragrant cloth lovingly cleansing her exquisite face smiling into her eyes as she felt her slender fingers caressing her own receptive flesh moments before she backed out of the room.
Now it was Master Riley's turn...
Angélique took his heavy appendage between her practiced fingers and carefully used her mouth and tongue to clean its length clean of every single drop of his precious seed determined that none would be lain to waste. Her small tongue dipped in to every nook and crevice of his cock paying particular attention to his heavy balls and inner thighs as she worked, delighting in this small labour of love.
The young woman was careful also not to arouse her Master unduly for she had not been given permission to make him fully hard again.
Finally satisfied, she carefully covered his pants before taking a warm wash cloth and using it to clean all evidence of her own fluids from the sleeping monster who looked very much as if it might at any second take matters into its own hands to rise up and ravish her, permission or not.
Angélique blushed prettily at the fanciful notion as she patted all parts of him dry and helped him back into his pants.
She was gone but a second to put away the small bowl into the kitchen just missing the newest addition to their household before returning to slip onto his lap her arms wrapping gently around him as she awaited his next command. Sometimes he allowed her to initiate, his favorite sensed this might not be one of those times.
While she waited she was content to breathe in the musky and all masculine scent that was uniquely his mixed with undertones of the Old Spice Her Master favored , the combined scents that had her pulses racing with anticipation of what might happen next.
Angélique did not have long to wait...
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