Mabel couldn't believe it—Cyrus actually expected her to do this, here, of all places!
Her entire body screamed in protest, and she tried to pull away, but Cyrus leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you really want to walk out of here in that dress?"
She froze. Looking up at him, she knew he had her cornered. He always knew exactly how to manipulate her.
Resigned, Mabel reached for his zipper, slowly pulling it down. When she freed his already hard c**k, she couldn't help but feel the familiar mix of fear and intimidation. No matter how many times she'd seen it, the sheer size always rattled her.
Hesitant, she didn't move right away. Cyrus' hand pressed lightly on the back of her head, nudging her forward. With a deep breath, Mabel reluctantly stuck out her tongue, gent
