f**k.
He released her hand and leaned back against the lounge couch. Reaching back he stripped his T-shirt off and tossed it while she carefully slid his zipper down and reached into his jeans to pull out his already hard c**k. She grinned up at him, pleased with her prize. He had trouble not grinning back. Instead, he adopted a stern expression.
"You stop when I tell you to this time. Am I clear?" he asked, using his best no nonsense boss voice.
She nodded solemnly and, without wasting any more time, leaned forward between his legs and licked him from the base of his p***s to the tip. She watched curiously with her head tilted to the side as his own head fell and his eyes rolled back. She liked watching his reactions, the little witch. She continued to lick him, swiping her tongue up a
