The Man Who Taught Me Sin
Why did she have to be this fucking adorable?
“That’s good,” I said. “Was our last lesson okay?”
Her eyes went wide. She looked away fast, then nodded.
“Remember your words,” I reminded her, voice softer now.
She peeked at me. “Yeah. It was okay.”
“Good.” I leaned forward slightly, eyes never leaving her. “So… what’s on the list to learn today?”
Her lips parted. She hesitated. “Uh… kissing. I, uh—” She shifted in the chair, her hands twisting, her face turning red. Her voice came out shaky. “Blowjob.”