<strong>Hector Cobblepot, in the bath, filling Valerie’s pretty mouth</strong><br/><br/>Hector was lost in the pleasure he was experiencing from Valerie’s mouth. So much so that he didn’t even notice what she was up to with that washcloth. His hands gripped her head, fingers tangled in her lovely locks. Lolling back his own head, his eyes closed and his mouth open though he was unable to find any words that could describe the pleasure he was experiencing.<br/><br/>As he was riding out his pleasure he managed to glance down and noticed the way her cute little cheeks were puffed out and he could see from the cum running down his shaft that she wasn’t swallowing it. His mind focused in on that much to the disagreement of his body and before he could stop himself, he was speaking, though his voice was rough and throaty. “Swallow it sweet little Valerie. I know you will like the way it feels running down your throat. It’s such a sweet gift I wouldn’t want you to waste it by keeping it in your lovely mouth…”<br/>