DIRTY DADDIES
The tip is already glistening with pre-cum.
“You know what to do,” he purrs.
My hands tremble as I reach for him, but I force them steady. I was trained for this. My lips part, and my tongue darts out, tentatively tasting the salty bead at his slit.
Oren hisses, his fingers tangling in my hair before I can even take him fully into my mouth.
He doesn’t wait. He guides my head down, his cock sliding deep into my throat.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his hips lifting slightly. He picks up his data-slate with his other hand, scrolling through it with lazy indifference. “Such a good little pet. Look at you, so eager to please.”