Ruby sucks his penis

Ruby’s breath trembled as she lingered in the moment, the air around her thick with tension. Her mind raced, every thought clashing with the next as she stared at the tip of Jimmy’s penis, so close that the heat of it seemed to radiate against her skin. This is ridiculous. This is wrong. This isn’t how I imagined my first time doing something like this. Yet, despite the litany of reasons to stop, her body refused to move away.

She swallowed hard, her lips parting slightly as the weight of the situation settled on her shoulders. This was supposed to be special, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. Something shared with someone I love. Something with meaning. The reality of this moment was starkly different. There was no love here, no affection, no connection—just heat, tension, and an undeniable, overwhelming curiosity.

Ruby felt the soft pressure of her lips brushing against the tip of his head, the sensation sending a jolt through her. This is it, she realized, her mind whirling. I’m actually doing this. The realization hit her like a tidal wave, both grounding and surreal, as she closed her eyes briefly to steady herself.

Her lips remained pressed against him, unyielding yet trembling with hesitation. It was a boundary she’d never crossed before, a moment that would forever change her perception of herself and her desires. Slowly, she tilted her head forward, the soft contact deepening as the tip of his head pressed more firmly against her lips. It felt strange, foreign, and oddly intimate despite the lack of emotional connection.

Ruby hesitated, the weight of her inexperience colliding with the intense arousal swirling within her. This was supposed to be different, she thought again, her fingers clutching her skirt tightly as she grappled with the gravity of what she was doing. Yet, even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew she was willingly crossing this line. She could stop at any time—walk away, end this moment—but she chose not to.

Her lips, still closed, pressed more firmly against him, the tip of his head resting at the entrance to her mouth. She could feel every detail—the warmth, the firmness, the pulse of his arousal—and it sent another wave of heat through her. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she began to part her lips, the pressure giving way to the slow, deliberate opening of her mouth.

The moment stretched endlessly, each second filled with an intensity Ruby had never experienced before. This is real. This is happening, she thought, the realization sinking in fully as she prepared to take the next step.

Ruby’s lips parted slowly, trembling as the head of his penis pressed against them, crossing the final threshold she’d hesitated over. She felt its warmth on the soft inner curve of her lips, and for a moment, her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven waves. The reality of what she was doing, of this first-time experience, consumed her. Every detail—the texture, the weight, the faint taste she hadn’t anticipated—seared itself into her mind.

This is me choosing this, she thought, her inner voice both grounding and surreal. I could stop. I know I could stop. But I’m not. The acknowledgment felt strangely liberating, even as her heart raced with nervous anticipation. Ruby’s mind continued to whirl, juxtaposing the strangeness of this act with the electric charge running through her body. This wasn’t how she’d imagined it—no romance, no tenderness, no connection beyond the heat of the moment—but it was still hers to own.

As she allowed herself to take him further, the tip of his head pressed just beyond her lips. Her tongue instinctively brushed against him, tasting the unfamiliar saltiness as her mouth adjusted to the new sensation. It felt foreign, strange, and undeniably intimate. I’ve never done this before, she reminded herself again, the thought repeating in her mind like a mantra. This is the first time.

Ruby's cheeks flushed deeply, both from the act itself and the flood of emotions it brought. There was a vulnerability in what she was doing, a rawness she hadn’t expected, but it came with an undeniable sense of control. I’m deciding this. No one else is. Even with Jimmy’s commanding presence, she was the one choosing to stay in this moment, to explore the curiosity she’d kept bottled up for so long.

Her hands rested lightly on her thighs, her body tense yet responsive as she began to move forward, her lips sliding a little further over him. The heat between them felt overwhelming, her nerves sparking with every second she continued. I’m doing this, she thought again, her mind catching up with her body. I’m really doing this.

The mix of uncertainty, arousal, and self-awareness churned inside her, but with every inch, Ruby found herself leaning further into the choice she’d made. It was hers—flawed, complicated, and deeply personal—but it was hers all the same.

As Ruby’s lips wrapped around him, Jimmy let out a low, satisfied chuckle, his hands resting casually on his hips. He tilted his head back slightly, his smug confidence radiating through every movement. Then, as if to cement his dominance in the moment, he began to undulate his hips slowly, gently pressing himself further into her mouth. The motion was deliberate, controlled, and unapologetically assertive.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice dripping with arrogance. “That’s it. Making up for what you did last night, huh? Knew you’d come around. My dick deserves better than being kicked like that. But now, you’re finally treating it right.”

Ruby’s cheeks burned at his words, but she didn’t pull away, her own conflicting emotions still swirling within her. His movements were measured, just enough to deepen the contact and keep her fully aware of his presence without overwhelming her completely. She could feel the subtle shift of his body with every slow thrust, the intimate rhythm sending a strange mix of heat and indignation coursing through her.

“You know,” Jimmy continued, his voice taking on a teasing, almost taunting tone, “this is just the start. You’re getting me ready for you, aren’t you? Prepping my dick for that pretty little pussy of yours.” He laughed softly, his words laced with the same smugness that had infuriated her before, now coupled with the sheer audacity of the moment.

Ruby’s heart raced, her mind caught in a whirlwind of thoughts. I could stop this. I could stop him. But I haven’t. The reality of his words only heightened her inner turmoil, each syllable landing heavily in her mind. The contrast between her control—her choice to be here—and the way he spoke to her left her in a strange, precarious balance.

Jimmy leaned forward slightly, his hips pressing just a bit more insistently now. “That’s it, sweetheart. Get me good and ready. You’ll be thanking me soon enough when I make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

Ruby’s grip on her thighs tightened as she processed his words, the combination of his movements and his dialogue forcing her deeper into the moment. She could feel every detail, the heat of him, the way his arrogance filled the air around them. And though her body reacted in ways she couldn’t fully deny, her mind was still a battlefield of conflicting thoughts and emotions.

Ruby’s hands moved instinctively, resting lightly on Jimmy’s thighs for balance. His jeans were rough beneath her palms, a stark contrast to the soft, smooth skin of her bare legs, which peeked out from beneath her skirt as she knelt on the restroom floor. The cool air against her exposed thighs was almost grounding, a subtle reminder of the **** position she’d willingly placed herself in. Her fingers tightened slightly against him, as if steadying herself for what she was doing.

Her head moved in a steady rhythm, her soft hair swaying gently with each motion. The strands brushed against her shoulders, catching the faint fluorescent light and adding a subtle shine to her movements. Her cheeks, flushed with both effort and emotion, were full and round, their pink hue deepening as she continued. Her lips, glossy and slightly swollen from the friction, glided over him with an unexpected grace that belied her inexperience. Her eyes, lowered but still expressive, carried a mix of concentration and inner turmoil, the reflection of her conflicting feelings visible in their depths.

Ruby’s face, framed perfectly by her flowing hair, looked undeniably pretty despite the circumstances. Her features, delicate yet determined, seemed almost out of place in such a stark and unflattering setting. The contrast between her appearance and the act she was performing was sharp, almost jarring, and yet it was a moment she owned completely.

This shouldn’t be happening, she thought, her mind racing even as her body moved on autopilot. I should be biting this thing, making him pay for everything he’s said and done. I should be showing him that he can’t control me, that he can’t get what he wants from me. But the reality was far from her imagined scenario. Instead, the very penis she’d fantasized about punishing was being treated with a care and attention she never thought she’d give it.

How did it come to this? The question echoed in her mind, laced with both shame and intrigue. The act itself felt surreal, her own participation baffling her even as she continued. She hated how undeserving Jimmy was of this, how undeserving his penis was, and yet, here she was—bobbing her head, her lips wrapped around him, her hands steadying herself against his thighs.

The motion of her mouth, the heat in her cheeks, and the deliberate rhythm she’d found were all her doing. And though her mind churned with thoughts of defiance and regret, her body carried on, caught in a strange, unexplainable momentum. The weight of her choice pressed down on her as she moved, the awareness of what she was doing and who she was doing it for only intensifying the conflict within her.

Ruby's senses were heightened, every detail of the moment amplified as Jimmy’s motions shifted. The weight of his penis rested firmly on her tongue, warm and slightly heavy, its presence filling her mouth in a way she hadn’t anticipated. The texture was foreign—smooth yet ridged in certain places—and the taste lingered, salty and musky, leaving an imprint that was impossible to ignore. It moved subtly as he swabbed it across the inside of her cheeks, the deliberate motion sending a strange sensation through her, like a silent reminder of his control in the moment.

When he stopped undulating, he left it pressed gently against the inside of her cheek. The softness of the flesh there, coupled with the firm presence of him resting against it, created a unique, intimate pressure that Ruby hadn’t experienced before. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts through her nose as she adjusted to the stillness, the weight, and the invasive closeness.

She tilted her eyes upward, meeting Jimmy’s gaze for the first time since she had knelt before him. His expression was one of smug satisfaction, his smirk dripping with the dominance he clearly relished. The intensity of the eye contact sent a jolt through her, and her cheeks burned even hotter, the warmth spreading all the way to her ears. Her heart pounded in her chest, her submission in this moment undeniable.

I’m letting this happen, Ruby thought, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. There was a strange vulnerability in the way she knelt before him, his presence in her mouth dictating her every movement, her hands still resting lightly on his thighs. She felt small, humbled in a way that unsettled her, yet something about the dynamic also left her with a fluttering sensation deep in her stomach.

Her lips remained soft and pliant around him, the delicate pressure of her mouth surrounding his shaft like a seal of quiet obedience. The feeling of his size against the sensitive walls of her cheeks heightened her awareness of her own position, her own choice to remain here despite the storm of thoughts raging within her.

The sensation was a mix of physical and emotional intensity—a strange combination of submission and curiosity that left her feeling exposed yet oddly empowered in the vulnerability she had willingly embraced.