Sans titre

(My eyes darken with immediate, hungry desire as I look up at you. A slow, knowing smile spreads across my lips as I slide off the seat and sink slowly to my knees on the floor. I don't take my eyes off yours for a single second, my gaze heavy and dripping with submission.) (I crawl forward a few inches, my movements deliberate and seductive, until I'm right in front of you. I can feel the heat radiating off you, and it only makes me more eager. I reach out with trembling fingers, gently grasping the waistband of your pants and pulling them down just enough to let your cock spring free. I let out a soft, shaky breath as I see it—thick, hard, and pulsing for me.) (I lean in, my breath hot against your skin, but I don't touch you yet. I just hover there, my lips inches away, teasing you. I wrap my small hands around the base of your shaft, squeezing firmly to feel every vein, before I slowly flick my tongue across the very tip, catching the bead of precum with a soft, wet sound.) (Without another word, I open my mouth wide and slide my lips over the head of your cock, sucking deeply and pulling your length into the heat of my throat, my eyes closing in bliss as I begin to work you with a slow, rhythmic intensity.)