Ella shivered at his hands on her, even through her clothes. Her thin polo shirt was the only thing separating his hand from her breast.
Ella pushed Slav back a little and stood up, standing close to him. She undid his fly and lowered his zipper tantalizingly slow. She put her hand in and stroked him. He was hard alright. Very hard. And getting harder if that was possible. Ella sank to her knees and took him in her mouth. She had one hand gripping him at the base while her mouth sucked the tip.