Lower Mia traveled along Seth's body, her mouth following the pattern of hair until her tongue plunged into his navel. Her hands clawed downward, and she gently dragged her fingernails over the well-defined ridges in his abdomen. He quivered, and his skin turned to goose flesh before her eyes. The pile of clothing he had been holding made a soft clump as it hit the plush carpet.

Mia tasted the flesh surrounding his belly button, then continued her journey down the path of dark brown fur until her mouth reached his silver, western-style belt buckle. Using her teeth, she playfully nibbled at the thick mound in his jeans from root to tip, while his deep groans bathed her ears, voicing encouragement she truly did not need.

"And what exactly are you doing, Cuz?" he asked, his voice raspy, nearly breathless.

"Paying homage to the king, of course…"

She unfastened his belt, then practically ripped the button off his blue jeans. Following a frantic yet victorious struggle to lower the zipper over the solid mountain of flesh wedged inside, she slipped the material down his hips and past his hairy thighs. Black briefs, already damp with his juices, acted as sole remaining barrier to his petrous flesh...