Clean her

Sucking her cock is easier than being fucked by it.

Although Ethan still gags, the size of her thing far beyond a novice of his level.

She doesn't go soft, not really, maintaining a half-chub for the duration of Ethan's spit shine. That is the only reason Ethan can do a half-decent job cleaning it at all. He tries to be thorough. Tries to please her. What Ethan is less sure about is the goal of this. Is he supposed to just clean her or...

"Enough." Layla pulls back, extracting herself from Ethan's throat with a wet slurp.

Coughing, he tries to breathe properly, but all the cum in his throat makes it hard. "M-Mistress?" he hacks, trying to speak clearly. "Was I not-?"

"Oh, you did your best..." She shakes her head, frowning. "You suck cock like a 15-year-old girl at junior prom. But we'll work on that..." she reaches out, stroking his flushed cheek.

Ethan leans into her hand, her touch making his skin quiver and his heart beat faster.

"Now... are you ready for round two?"

Ethan's eyes widen. "Round... Two?"

Smiling, Layla shifts her hips forward, her cock already rising again. "I told you..." she whispers, leaning in close. "I'm backed up."