Fellatio

"So. How do you want all... this?"

Abbadon's male voice was deep. It reminded Amitiel of Dark Chocolate, or maybe that was the opaque glow of his eyes.

Instead of answering verbally, Amitiel crawled across the bed on all fours. She gave the erect cock a kiss before slowly taking it in her mouth, careful not to **** on the head as it hit the back of her throat.

Amitiel was a giver. It was in her nature. Giving head was a new experience for her in retrospect. She's sucked Abbadon's cock before, but she was still inexperienced compared to his girlfriend (currently boyfriend). Abbadon was patient with her and he assured her that she was a natural, which she knew was a compliment in Hell's Second Ring. Cock was muskier and saltier than pussy, but the weight of it on her tongue made her feel good.

Or maybe that was her hand rubbing against the wet patch in her panties as Abbadon put a hand in her hair, encouraging her to keep going.