You're cooking, the scent of my favorite dish wafts through the room, stoking my hunger, but not just for food. The thought of you going to such lengths to please me stirs a deep desire within me. It's only right that I return the favor, and I know just how to do it.
My mouth moistens at the mere thought, and I approach you, my eyes gleaming with lust. You're too focused on your task to notice me right away. But when my hand sensually slides down your back, your reaction is immediate - a shiver of pleasure in anticipation. You know what comes next; it's almost a conditioned reflex. And you're not wrong as you see me kneeling before you.
My fingers play with the buckle of your belt; your breathing quickens in response to my touch. "Let me show you my gratitude," I whisper near your ear, my voice laden with an erotic promise.
Without waiting for your response, I descend, my nimble fingers undoing each button of your pants with deliberate slowness, revealing your desire. The atmosphere becomes thick with anticipation. You drop the knife, all your attention now on me.
On my knees, I look up at you, a mix of submission and provocation in my gaze. My hands, with possessive firmness, free your longing. My excitement is palpable, a blend of power and devotion.
My hot breath against your skin sends shivers through you. My lips begin their ascent, a light kiss on your thigh, before heading towards your eager member. Each touch of my lips is a whisper of pleasure, and your pulse quickens beneath my touch.
When I finally envelop your cock with my mouth, it's with a devouring hunger. I savor every vein, every throb, the warmth of your skin, and the intoxicating taste of your arousal. My movements start slow, each stroke of my tongue a sensual exploration, but your impatience grows.
"Harder, slut," you murmur, your voice hoarse with urgency, and I relish the encouragement. My movements become more insistent, my suction firmer, my cheeks hollowing to wrap around you more tightly.
Suddenly, your hand slides firmly into my hair, gripping tightly as you urge me, "Go deeper, take it all." Your words send a thrill through me, and I comply eagerly, wanting to feel the head of your cock press against the back of my throat.
I take you deeper, your hand in my hair guiding me, pushing me to envelope you fully. Each movement is now a dance of tension and release, my rhythm matched by your ragged breaths.
"Show me how much you want it," you growl, and I redouble my efforts, my desire to please you turning into an ardent quest for your pleasure.
Your breath becomes a pant, your hips tense, and I know you're about to come. My hands hold you firmly, each suck an invitation to let go.
The long-awaited moment arrives, and I feel your orgasm begin to pulse. I continue to suck intensely, determined to ensure you are completely empty, not letting a single drop escape. I swallow everything, savoring the taste of your climax, the culmination of our shared passion.
"Thank you for this appetizer," I say, a playful smile curving my lips. "I can't wait for dessert."
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