Luca groaned softly as his manhood stiffened and rose to attention beneath the girls talented minstrations.  Purple eyes closed and his head lolled back.  The man's crimson hair--free from it's tail--spilled down his back nearly to the seat of the throne.<br/>"That's good, girl," Luca growled as Nichole ministered dutifully to his pleasure.  "That's good with your tongue.  You're a natural.  Now, take me deeper."