The familiar sensation in the mouth.

Lisa couldn’t stand up anymore.

Her legs were shaking so violently that she stayed on all fours on the mattress, eyes wide open. Her gaze was locked on Peter’s cock under the blanket, which was now rock-hard and throbbing, the swollen head poking out of the waistband of his tight black shorts.

A thick, shiny drop of precum had formed at the tip and was slowly dripping down the shaft.

Lisa stared, breathing heavily.

She reached out with a trembling hand and wrapped her fingers around the thick, hot shaft. It twitched strongly in her grip. She stroked it slowly, feeling every vein, every pulse.

Memories flashed through her mind like lightning — blurry, chaotic, but intensely arousing:

The glory hole.

Thick cocks pushing through the opening.

The salty taste filling her mouth.

Hot spurts of cum on her tongue, on her tits, on her face.

The images were hazy, but her body reacted with pure, animalistic lust. Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh gush of wetness running down her inner thigh. Her nipples were painfully hard.

She couldn’t resist any longer.

Lisa leaned forward, opened her lips and took the fat, leaking head of Peter’s cock into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked gently at first, then deeper, letting her tongue swirl around the sensitive underside. A low, needy moan escaped her as she began to bob her head, taking more of him with every stroke.

Peter groaned deeply and placed a hand on the back of her head.

Lisa sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue working eagerly. Her heavy tits swayed with every movement, her pussy dripping openly onto the sheets.

She was lost in pure lust — no more thoughts, only the overwhelming need to suck and please.

Jan’s voice suddenly pulled her back to reality.

“Lisa, super effort,” he said with a calm, slightly amused tone. “It almost looks like you’re giving him a blowjob right now.”

Jan laughed quietly to himself inside.

Whether she’s actually sucking him under the blanket or not doesn’t matter anymore.

From where he stood, the view was completely obscene. Lisa’s round, firm ass was sticking out from under the thin white sheet, completely exposed. Her pussy was bright red and swollen, the lips puffy and parted, glistening wetly. A thin, shiny string of her arousal was slowly dripping from her open slit down onto the sheets below.

Peter was breathing heavily, his jaw clenched tight. He was doing everything he could to hold back, fighting hard not to cum immediately from the intense, wet heat of Lisa’s mouth working eagerly on his throbbing cock under the sheet.

Lisa suddenly emerged from under the sheet with a bright red face, breathing heavily. She quickly wiped her glistening lips with the back of her hand, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The owner stepped closer, watching the scene with a critical eye.

“I want more sensuality,” he said firmly. “No hard sex. This shouldn’t look like a porno.”

Lisa turned even redder, mortified. She felt exposed and ashamed, especially after what she had just done under the blanket.

The owner continued calmly, “Lisa, lie down on your back. Arms and legs slightly spread.” He turned to Peter. “And you… what’s your name again?”

“Peter,” he answered quickly.

Lisa’s heart skipped a beat. Now she finally knew the name of the man whose cock she had just been sucking under the sheet.

The owner nodded. “Peter, use feathers and your lips. Pamper her body gently. Make it sensual and slow.”

They positioned Lisa on her back, slightly propped up with pillows so Jan could film from a low, diagonal angle. From this perspective, her pussy was just barely out of frame.

They began.

Peter gently ran a soft feather over Lisa’s stomach, then slowly up between her breasts. He followed with his lips, placing soft, lingering kisses along her collarbone and down her side.

The owner watched for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand.

“No, that’s not it,” he said, dissatisfied. He walked over to a nearby cupboard, rummaged inside and pulled out a matching black blindfold. He handed it to Lisa.

Lisa hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. “I… I don’t know if—”

“You still owe me a favor from earlier,” the owner reminded her gently but firmly.

Peter leaned in close and whispered softly into her ear, his voice warm and reassuring:

“It’ll be much nicer for you this way… you can just feel everything without seeing. Trust me.”

Lisa swallowed hard, her face still flushed. After a moment she nodded and let Peter tie the blindfold around her eyes.

The world went dark.