“ What about giving me a blówjob first?” he said while grinning. "Show me what you've learned, honey," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. The leather of his belt softly brushed against the floor as he let it fall from his hands. With ease, he loosened the last thing holding him back, and the sound of his zipper slowly moving echoed in the quiet space between us. "Kneel," he commanded his tone a mix of authority and temptation. I obeyed without hesitation. Why would I resist when I had been the one to ask for this lesson, a two-week crash course in the art of pleasure under his careful instruction? As the last piece of fabric fell away, I felt my breath hitch, and my throat suddenly dry. My gaze flickered upward, meeting his as he towered over me, his presence commanding and confident. There was no hesitation in his stance, no uncertainty in the way he looked at me just pure, unfiltered hunger, waiting to be served by me. “ Open your mouth, baby girl” aniya at kaaga
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