"We'll get to that. Eventually." Saffron glances up at Church's face briefly, giving him a somewhat wicked grin. It's like a drug, the way she feeds off his reactions, the high she gets from putting him through this sweet torture and then finally giving him the reward they both crave. She needs it, and him.

She moves at an unhurried pace, curling a hand around him, taking her tongue and swirling it around the tip of his cock. Her other hand slides up his leg and side as she does it again, stroking him slowly with her hand at the same time.