I was caught red-handed, or rather red-faced, by Peter King while indulging in a little afternoon reading. He snuck up on me in the living room, his eyes scanning the cover of my book with a mixture of amusement and accusation. Porn, Nikki? he asked, a sly grin spreading across his face. I defended my reading material, insisting it was a romance novel with complex plots and character development. But Peter just chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Trust me, Nikki, he said, his voice low and husky. The real thing is so much better than anything you can read in a book. And if you need to blow off some steam, I m happy to oblige.
Before I could protest, he was pulling me into his arms, his big cock pressing against my belly. I couldn t resist the temptation, and soon I was on my knees, sucking him off with gusto. He groaned and thrust into my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair. After a few minutes of oral bliss, he lifted me up and tossed me onto the couch, where he proc
