The cave was quiet. Soft beams of early morning light filtered in through the cracks above, painting warm gold across the rock walls and casting long, lazy shadows. Somewhere in the distance, water dripped, slow and steady.
Allen was dead asleep. Limbs sprawled, breath deep and even, one arm thrown over his face, the other resting near his stomach. He was completely naked, of course, cock lying soft but heavy across his thigh, still slightly messy from the previous night's caveman breeding bonanza.
Then—something touched it.
Light. Gentle. Almost reverent.
He stirred a little, brow twitching. A soft breath hitched from his throat.
Then it happened again—this time, a little more deliberate.
A tongue.
Wet. Curious. Warm.
Lick.
Allen's brow furrowed. He blinked open one eye blearily and looked down.
Rinni.
