Elise drops to her knees, the rough carpet pressing into her skin. Her hands remain at her sides—at first. Then, slowly, she reaches forward, fingertips trembling just above Matej’s colossal shaft. Her grey eyes widen as she finally wraps a hand around it, testing its weight, its heat. Her mouth parts, glossy lips brushing the side as she leans in. Suddenly, she takes a deep breath and lowers her face, opening wide—lips stretching—to take him into her mouth. She doesn’t gag. Doesn’t pull away. Just accepts, inch after thick inch, her nose nearly touching his pelvis, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Clara watches, then presses closer, her own lips tracing the opposite side—kissing, sucking, nipping lightly at the veined surface.