Pink flower in silver braid as she licks the tip

The grand palace hall stood empty after the long night of celebrations. Emilia couldn't hold back anymore, sinking to her knees in the moody candlelight still wearing her elegant off-shoulder gown as she reached for him. Her long silver hair with the delicate pink flower sways gently as she leans in, tongue sliding slowly over the glistening tip and tracing the sensitive underside in deliberate strokes. A soft moan escapes her while her hand strokes the shaft, breasts heaving with each focused breath.