Zipporah blushed and smiled, biting her lip as she came around the bar again and slid down to her knees in front of Daelen.  She had been looking around, trying to decide whose lap she was going to sit on first, but order and the sight of her Master's cock had her licking her lips.  She looked up into his eyes, sweetly kissing his cock and tracing the tip of her tongue over his glans.  She turned her head, licking from the tip down to the base before taking the head into her mouth and sucking softly, her lips sliding down the length of him.   She closed her eyes to focus on the clean, masculine taste of his shaft, the heaviness of it on her tongue.  Zipporah's fingers slid over the front of Daelen's thighs, getting her whole body into the act of stroking her mouth over him, making soft noises of enjoyment.