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Mr. Simmons takes a step closer, his eyes transfixed on Riley's trembling form. His voice, now a mere whisper, cuts through the silence like a blade. "On your knees, Riley," he commands, his tone commanding and filled with authority.

Her heart races as she hesitates for a moment, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Yet, a growing curiosity and a yearning for something forbidden pushes her to obey. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she sinks down onto her knees before him.

Her palms rest on her thighs as she waits, eyes lowered in submission. The anticipation becomes palpable, hanging heavy between them. She can feel Mr. Simmons' gaze burning into her skin, each passing second intensifying the electricity coursing through her veins.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice laced with approval and possessiveness. "Now, I want you to remove my pants and show me just how willing you truly are."

Riley's breath catches in her throat at his words, a mixture of nervousness and excitement swirling within her. With trembling hands, she reaches out towards Mr. Simmons' waistband, her fingers fumbling slightly as she works to undo the button and unzip his pants. The sound of the metal teeth separating sends a rush of anticipation through her veins, her pulse quickening with each passing second.

As she pulls down his pants, revealing his hardened length, Riley's eyes widen in awe at the sight before her. Mr. Simmons is well-endowed, his cock standing proudly and begging for attention. It's larger than anything she's ever seen before, an impressive specimen that sends a thrill of desire coursing through her body.

A wave of heat washes over her as she wraps her hand around him, feeling his velvet skin and the pulsating heat beneath her touch. Mr. Simmons groans softly, his head falling back slightly as he relishes in the sensation of her hand on his arousal. Riley's own breath hitches at the sound, her body awakening with a newfound hunger. Her lips part involuntarily, her tongue darting out to wet them as she imagines what it would be like to taste him.

Mr. Simmons watches her intently, his eyes smoldering with desire. "You want this, don't you?" he rasps, his voice low and husky.

Riley nods, her voice caught in her throat. The need pulsates within her, urging her forward on this path of temptation. She leans closer, inhaling his intoxicating scent as she places a tender kiss upon the tip of his throbbing cock.