The morning sun painted the bedroom in warm honey tones, dust motes drifting lazily in the air. I was standing on the floor with my back against the wall, legs stretched out, still catching my breath. My shirt was somewhere across the room, pants and towel tangled around my ankles. Elizabeth knelt between my thighs, her silk nightgown hanging off one shoulder, the fabric barely covering her breasts. Strands of blonde hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, and a faint sheen of sweat and my cum glistened on her chest and chin.
She wrapped her fingers gently around my softening, wet dick, stroking slow and lazy, like she was petting a favorite cat. "Was that blowjob good enough to lift your mood?" she asked, voice soft and teasing, face only inches from mine.
I let out a shaky laugh, still feeling the aftershocks. "Yeah… that felt the best. Trust me, Elizabeth."
