Haley was learning something new. Her eyes were a bit more like granite, but she kept satin in her touch and new clay in her attitude. A slow breath with his lips lingering parted when she went down on her knees. That kind of submission was beautiful to the cruel obelisk above her. Pretty flush on the obedient girl. Would she know to savor the feeling of safety as she gave in? There is so much comfort in obedience. When her eyes cast down his pride surged in him. To think his bubbling Haley would ever be like this, in front of him.<br/><br/>True to herself, she touched his limb like she was trying to keep it from attacking her. The kiss made him swallow at the excess of saliva on his tongue, Beautiful Haley, kissing his cock before she ever put her lips to Cain's. It was quite daunting to see her climb his limb with soft pecks while holding on. Her eyes were on his, which made it all the more intimate and deliberate. The little lens in his chest pocket was catching everything. Keida let her explore it for quite a while, until a pearl of apperception was glistening on the slit of its head.<br/><br/>"Open your mouth, Haley." he said. It wasn't overly harsh, but she wouldn't find any leeway in his voice. He'd catch her hair at the back of her head to move her mouth over where her kisses her been. "Tongue out, get it wet." More instructions, because she was in a mood to follow. She was doing rather well, actually. He painted his own length with her sticky lips and her tongue. Eventually he moved her to the tip, and started parting her mouth with the bulb. He liked to see some initiative, with her hands or from her jaws, and if he didn't, he'd sigh, disappointed, but still try to fit the beginning of it passed her teeth before he let her head go.<br/><br/>Like some kind of lewd microphone, whether worshipped by her gingerly, or resting on her lower lip against her will, it would wait for her answer when he asked. "How do you want it?" the camera was eager to catch her answer, since it would make it all seem like she was flawlessly doing all this on her own accord. He gestured where the lens couldn't see his hand, and offered with flailing fingers the couch again, or the table, or the floor itself. It was a bit cruel never to take her to any kind of bed, but they'd not built the kind of relationship where that was a must. She'd be able to feel the strong beat of his heart on her lip.