He sits in the chair,watching me with that intense focus that instantly turns me on.I stand in front of him,fingers playing with the edge of my black robe.One slow move and the fabric slips off my shoulders,revealing my black bisexual lingerie — a perfect-fit bra,panties,garter belt,all adorned with delicate glinting chains that wrap around my curves.“Tonight,I want to play with you…”I kneel between his legs.My hands glide slowly up his thighs before pulling out his warm,heavy,hard cock.I run my tongue from base to tip,leaving a wet trail of spit.This isn’t about making him cum — it’s about control.I take him into my mouth,but never fully.Every time he thinks I’ll go deeper,I pull back,swirl my tongue around the head,look up at him,and tease again.Saliva drips down his shaft as my lips move slow,wet,and deliberately lazy.I feel him getting closer,body tensing,but I won’t let him finish.Tonight I keep him right on the edge,savoring every second of his sweet frustration.
