The man was content there for quite a while, though he didn't plan to stay. He had an erection nursed between one hand, and all he wanted was a wet, juicy, somewhat messy cunt to bury it into. His tongue might not offer her a climax, but it certainly earned him that. He let out hungry little growls of his own delight as he buried himself forward for a few more moments, before he departed her wetness for a final time. One hand pulled on her leash, encouraging her front end at least to come back; despite the being toward the edge of the table.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>