Pull out your cock

You didn't waste time with soft gestures. You grabbed her waist and hoisted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around your hips as she clung to you. Her breathing was a series of short, jagged gasps against your neck, her Dior perfume now mixed with the salt of her skin. You felt the frantic beat of her pulse in her thighs, a rhythmic desperation that demanded a release. You shifted her, sliding her down the tiled wall until she hit the floor with a soft thud, her champagne silk bunching up around her hips.

You reached for your trousers, the fabric rasping as you freed yourself. You pulled your cock out, the heavy, pulsing weight of it springing free into the dim light of the restroom. Maya stopped breathing for a heartbeat, her feline eyes widening as she gazed up at the eight long, hard inches of you. She marveled at the sheer scale of you, the vein tracing the length of your shaft like a river of heat. The predatory elegance of your expression remained, a silent challenge that she was more than eager to answer.

She didn't hesitate, her movements fluid and hungry. Maya sank to her knees, the cold tiles pressing into her skin, and looked up at you with a look of pure, unadulterated submission. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around the base of your shaft, her fingers barely meeting. With a slow, deliberate grace, she opened her red lips and took you into her mouth. The warmth of her throat was an immediate, suffocating heat, and you let out a low, guttural sound as she began to work you, her tongue swirling around the head with a level of expertise that suggested she had been craving this all night.