In Merola Mitchell's private chamber, she welcomes her lover with a hungry gaze, her lips already parted in anticipation. She guides him to the edge of the bed, her hands exploring his chest, her nails lightly scraping his skin. Kneeling before him, she takes him in her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock. She teases him, taking him in slowly, then backing off, her lips grazing the head, her tongue dancing around it. She can feel him growing harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She smiles, her eyes meeting his, before taking him in fully, her mouth working him with a skilled, practiced rhythm.