Blue eyes watch her every move as she comes, and oh, what a gorgeous sight she makes. Jaskier would be writing poetry to her orgasms if her mouth and hand weren't so busy right now. They continue to pleasure her through every second of her orgasm to make it last, and her tongue laps at her cunt to pick up every drop.

Perfection.

Once she falls back, Jaskier finally lets go and walks to the other end of the table, his cock already half-hard. He kneels by her head and cups her cheek to kiss her softly before grinning.

"I'm going to take a wild guess here and say you liked that."