He watched her, his eyes hooded with lust as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. He gripped her hair tighter, guiding her movements, setting the pace. "Good girl," he murmured, the words a sweet symphony of praise that sent shivers down her spine. She moaned around his c**k, the vibrations making him groan with pleasure. He knew he had her, that she was his to command, and the power was intoxicating.
With a final, gentle tug, he pulled her away, her lips glistening with saliva. "Take off your clothes," he ordered, his voice a mix of desire and authority. She obeyed without question, her hands shaking as she removed her uniform, her lacy lingerie slipping to the floor to reveal a body that was both innocent and sinful. She was a vision, a feast for his eyes
