35 — Your moans are mine

I watch intently as Julian walks over to his desk and opens a drawer, pulling out an oval object… a pink egg. I raise my eyebrows at the mischievous smile that rises on his lips.

“Do you know what this is, Angel?” Julian says in a husky voice, sitting up in his chair, showing me that kind of dildo… “It's your reward for being a good girl.”

My body shudders, and my heart skips a beat.

“You worked wet the whole time, didn't you?”

“Uhm…” I let out a groan, nodding my head.

“Then come here.” His voice is serious, and I obey his command, approaching with fearful steps.

When I finally stop beside him, leaning against the table, he lifts me by the waist easily, making me sit on it.

Julian's hands move down the curves of my body, down my thighs until they reach my knees — and he slowly parts them, opening enough to lift my skirt.

“Those pantyhose… they're in the way, don't you think?” Julian asks hoarsely and doesn't hesitate as he rips it down between my legs, making me gasp.

“Julian!” I