 Flattening his tongue as wide as humanly possible, Draco leaned his head down and pressed himself against the base of his mistress’s cut, gravity gifting him with a pool of his mistress’s cum, old and knew, as he dragged himself upwards. She tasted both salty and sweet at the same time and Draco made sure to file every bit of memory about this reward so he could relive it as much as he wanted to in the future. He moved his tongue from side to side, making sure to snatch up every drop of cum that he could find, cherishing his mistress’s mewls of pleasure and the way her legs stretched out and around him.