I swallowed, my mouth watering as I looked at Axel’s d**k. It wasn't that huge, but it was long, curved at the end, his crown flushed pink, and precum dripping from it.
“I know my d**k is beautiful,” he grunted, drawing my attention away from his d**k, “but I really need to get off, baby. This erection is becoming painful.”
I nodded slowly and got off the chair. I was about to get on my knees, but Axel stopped me.
“Nuh-uh.” I looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. He shook his head, walking to me. “You shouldn't get on your knees.”
“Why not?”
He tilted his head, walking back to me and pushing me to sit back down on the chair. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his knuckle brushing my cheek. “Because… You shouldn't get on your knees, Rosette. Not for a man, no
