He gives Mary a choice

He looked down at her and cradled her head in his hands. "Mary, I tell you truthfully that you don't have to do this if you don't want to. This is not a punishment. I will not **** you to pleasure me. It is your choice," you said with your desire barely held in check.

Mary took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, her heart pounding. She knew what she wanted and was ready to take the risk. She slowly leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. Artur's hands tangled in her hair as he moaned softly.

As she sucked him, Mary felt a wave of desire wash over her. She had never felt so alive, so **** for pleasure. Her arousal grew, and she could feel her wetness seeping through her dress. She didn't care about the consequences; she needed him.

Artur watched her, his eyes darkening with desire. He could feel his climax building, his breathing growing ragged. But he held back, wanting to savor this moment with her.

One of her hands dropped under her dress and rubbed her clit as she pounded her mouth repeatedly down his cock. She loved the taste of him, the saltiness of his sweat, and the sweetness of the liquid from the tip. When she pushed the last inches down, deepthroating him and gagging on his length, she swallowed several times, squeezing the head in the back of her throat.

Artur roared as his cock erupted in her throat, pumping his thick cum into her belly. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but much of his prodigious load ran down her chin and into her dress. She hit her orgasm as she plunged her fingers inside her slippery cunt. Her moans merged with his as they came together.

Finally, they both slumped, Artur catching himself on Mary's shoulder as they both panted, catching their breath.

Their releases did nothing for their intense desire.