Sad

It was a warm day.

A rather hot one. Sweat drenched the bedsheets, as the lady panted.

Melda slurped the lady's bits like she was wet noodles.

Slurp!

Salty yet sweet.

"Mistress," the panting lady knight, Anse called out, grabbing Melda's head and trying to shove her face in her. "Mistress," her breath roared, nearly melting with each moan.

Melda snickered, slapped Anse's ass and moved back. "That's all for today."

Both were somewhat drenched, but Anse way more than Melda. Actually, some of the liquid might not have been sweat.

"But- but! I'm so wet! Just-"

"Just what?"

"Please!" She started begging, on her knees. Fluid dripped out of her, and trickled down her thighs. Breath fast, heart faster.

Right on the tip-

"No," Melda looked down on the knight. "Finish yourself."