The world around me was still hazy, a dream-like fog that clung to my senses. As I slowly regained consciousness, I became aware of the soft, warm sensations enveloping me. My eyes fluttered open, and the scene before me took my breath away.
Orpheus was there, her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, her mouth moving with a rhythm that was both intoxicating and familiar. Her eyes met mine, a glint of mischief and desire dancing within them. The sight of her pleasuring me with such eagerness ignited a surge of arousal deep within me.
Her ample breasts swayed gently, their softness and weight a captivating visual feast. The nectar that coated her nipples shimmered in the dim light of the room, a glistening invitation that drew my gaze like a moth to a flame. The sound of her moans and the wet, slurping noises, as she worked her mouth over me, filled the air, adding to the heady symphony of pleasure.