Vlass, entranced in his favorite series, feels a soft, warm wetness enveloping his polla. He looks down to see Carahoney, her eyes locked on his, her head moving in a slow, sensuous rhythm. She's fully committed, her hands caressing his balls, her lips and tongue working in harmony to drive him wild. He can feel her hunger, her desire to make him come, to taste him fully. The room fills with the sounds of their pleasure, the series' volume muted, their breathing ragged, as Carahoney's skilled mouth brings Vlass to the brink of ecstasy.