Between Charles' thighs, his flaccid c**k lay motionless. Elizabeth remembered when she was younger wanting to know what it was like to have an appendage, she had never asked anyone and she supposed she never would, she didn't think she would ever be comfortable enough with a man to ask him.
She used her fingernail to trace the line of hair downward, and heard him turn a page, and felt him briefly touch her hair. If they were normal people, would she feel this need to take him in her mouth while he was like this, soft and quiet and undemanding, and make him hard? She knew that if she kept touching him, she wouldn’t have the opportunity to feel the softness that would disappear.
A moment later, she discovered that she was right. She took all of him into her mouth, and he made a sound
