Choking

Carl felt a rare wave of deep satisfaction washing over him, genuinely thrilled that a woman had finally taken the bold, proactive step without him having to beg—not counting Lyra, of course, who practically lived for this kind of chaos.

'Ah, I honestly don't mind enduring all that grueling physical training if it comes with rewards like this.'

"What do you mean by being 'taken care of' by you, Sister? Do I need regular therapy sessions so that my out-of-control dick will finally settle down?" Carl asked, playing innocent.

"Yes, exactly. The bad thing is that... well, you clearly need ongoing medical help to manage this condition, but the good thing is that I have plenty of free time, so I can easily keep helping you out whenever it acts up." Diane softly sniffed the aromatic tip of his member, watching as a fresh bead of translucent pre-cum leaked out and rolled smoothly down onto the back of her guiding hand.

Stroke... stroke... stroke...