[The] Iron Bull

Grace shamelessly stroked his cock as soon as she had him free from his trousers, marveling, as she did every time, at just how large and thick he was when fully hard. At his command, her mouth immediately watered, her eyes lightning up, knees shifting to accommodate the downward trajectory he was guiding her towards. "Yes sir," she purred with a coquettish bat of her eyelashes, tongue sweeping out to moisten her lips before they parted eagerly as she shimmed back and settled at level with his cock. Her tongue swirled over the tip, a soft groan vibrating in the back of her throat at the sharp taste of precum, before she wrapped her lips around him, opening her jaw as wide as she could to take as much of him in her mouth as was physically possible. She kept her eyes open, eyelashes fluttering, as she'd learned that doing so helped with the gag reflex, in addition to it being hot, her looking up at him as she sucked his cock. Her hand worker in tandem with her mouth, spreading the slickness of her saliva down the shaft in addition to stroking the length that she couldn't fit in her mouth.