Erin teases you with her tongue

Erin leans in closer, her warm breath brushing against the tip of your cock as she parts her soft lips. She doesn't dive right in; instead, she starts slow, just like you prefer. Her pink tongue extends, flat and wet, pressing against the underside of your shaft from base to head in one long, deliberate stroke. She drags it upward, savoring every inch, her eyes locked on yours with a mix of eagerness and submission. The sensation sends a shiver through you, your cock twitching in response as she repeats the motion, this time swirling the tip of her tongue around the sensitive ridge just below the head.

She teases you mercilessly, alternating between those broad, languid licks that cover your full length and quick flicks against the slit at the top, where a bead of precum has already formed. Erin laps it up greedily, her tongue circling the opening before she pulls back slightly, letting a thin strand of saliva connect her mouth to your skin. 'Does that feel good, sir?' she murmurs, her voice husky and low, before diving back in. She traces the veins along your shaft with the edge of her tongue, following their path up and down, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck involuntarily.

The bar around you hums with activity—other clients groaning as their own teen slaves bob and slurp on cocks, the wet sounds of sucking filling the air—but your focus narrows to Erin's devoted mouth. She shifts on her knees, her tight skirt riding up to expose the curve of her ass, but she doesn't stop. Her tongue explores further, dipping lower to lap at your balls, sucking one gently into her mouth before releasing it with a soft pop. Then she's back to the shaft, painting it with slow, wet circles that leave your skin glistening.

After several minutes of this torturous buildup, Erin's ready to take it deeper. She grips the base of your cock with one small hand, steadying it as she opens her mouth wide. Her lips wrap around the head, sucking lightly at first, her tongue still working underneath in firm presses. Inch by inch, she slides down, her throat relaxing as she pushes forward. You feel the tight heat envelop you, her gag reflex suppressed from the little training she's had, allowing her to take you all the way until her nose brushes your pubic bone.

Erin holds there for a moment, her throat contracting around your length in rhythmic swallows that milk you from the inside. She pulls back slowly, saliva trailing from her lips to your cock, only to plunge down again, faster this time. Her head bobs steadily now, combining the deep thrusts with flicks of her tongue along the underside each time she rises. You sip your whiskey, the burn in your throat contrasting the slick warmth of her mouth, watching her perky tits strain against her crop top with every movement.

She picks up the pace, her free hand cupping your balls and massaging them gently as she deep throats you repeatedly. Gagging sounds escape her occasionally, but she powers through, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the effort. Your cock throbs inside her, the pressure building as she alternates between those full, **** descents and quick, teasing licks across the head to catch her breath. The other slaves' moans blend with yours, the communal area thick with the scent of sex and arousal, but Erin remains focused solely on pleasing you, her petite body trembling with the intensity of her task.