Take him into her mouth

There was no hesitation in her eyes. No grace left in her posture. Just that same look of purpose when she first started to come around my desk. And then she leaned forward.

Her warm breath hit me first, and a split sconed later, so did her mouth. I shuddered the moment she took me in, causing my things to go tense, and my breath coming out in a groan just above her.

She worked me with her mouth and hand, keeping her lips tight around the length of me. I could feel the last hints of softness fading away. The gradual swell and rise of me as her tongue pressed and moved. Every pull of her lips was met with a slight throb in return, as my body surrendered inch by inch to the inevitable.

By the time she eased back enough to let me slip free, there was no softness left. I was, fully erect, and firm in her hand.

“There he is,” she murmured to herself more than to me, sounding satisfied with herself. “That’s what I was looking for.”

She lifted me again, stroking slowly, and letting her fingers glide over the length with idle curiosity. Her grip tightened as she felt the shape of me in her hand, tracing my shaft with her nails as though she was studying another school assignment.

“Who knew you were hiding such a big cock like this under those bland-ass old man slacks,” she said with a quiet, amused breath.

I groaned at her words.

She didn’t look up, just kept her eyes on me. Or rather, on my dick. She turned her wrist slightly, watching the way the tip moved, and the way I twitched under her touch. Her thumb swept through the saliva left behind by her mouth, rubbing it gently along the ridge of my crown, until it pressed into the area where the dip at the bottom of my head met my shaft. She teased the sensitive skin at my frenulum, clearly knowing what she was doing.

I stood still, hands on my hips now, watching her with a look that sat somewhere between awe and disbelief. I knew I wasn’t huge. High side of average, definitely, but hearing her talk about it like it was something she was genuinely impressed about, almost reverently, whether she believed it or not, was doing just as much for me as watching the act itself.

And her voice… those words coming out of her mouth, felt disorienting. The girl I was supposed to be helping guide into the next phase of her life – the one I’d known had always been intelligent, composed, articulate… the epitome of the model student. But this version of her, this Mia, was raw and unfiltered.

Now that I’d heard her say “cock” like that, I couldn’t unhear it. Everything about this meeting told me the rumors hadn’t just been idle talk. The truth was sitting in front of me, stroking me slowly, having **** me into this moment with calm words, a sharp mind, and an unsettling amount of control.

And God help me, it was driving me insane.

Then, just as slowly, she let go of me to find my hand.

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