Morrigan gasped at his sudden display of proficiency, and strips the aasimar of his shirt, to get begin to kiss his chest, before she pushed him down onto his back. One hand traced the bugle, and gently pressed against it, applying pressure just so, and a gentle rub just there, to intensify what he was feeling, and purred, "Yes, just like that, Akael."<br/><br/>With a gentle flick of her wrist, she frees his cock of its prison, and brushes her hand against it, lying on the couch beside him, and simply admired his cock for a moment, brushing her hand across the sensitive flesh.<br/><br/>[fort = 25<br/>Prowess (male masturbation) = 77]