Carly, in her lazy, post-coital daze, finds herself face-to-face with her lover's erect, morning glory. She smirks, her hand reaching out to stroke his length, feeling him harden further at her touch. She leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum at his tip. She takes him into her mouth, her head bobbing slowly, savoring his groan of pleasure. She feels his fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she brings him closer to release. Just as she feels him tense, ready to explode, he pulls her away, flipping her onto her back, ready to claim her once more.