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And she does.

No questions.

No concerns.

No fear.

Just her dainty digits desperately kneading my dick over my black boxers while she whimpers.

And her mouth waters.

Fucking.

Waters.

“You like what you feel, Teach?”

“Yes,” she breathlessly replies, bobbing jaw, tempting me to put it to use with my cock.

“Take me out.” Digging my nails against the wood floor aids in my maintaining control. “Tell me if you like what you see.”

I prepare to remind her that I’m not delicate, that there’s no way her fumbling nature could ever hurt, only to be surprised by her brazenness.

Her complete lack of fuck in that regard.

Which is also sexy.

Oh.

This is what they mean when they say confidence is sexy.

Not that phony, fake shit.

Not that I think I’m better than you nonsense.

This.

Plain and simple, take what you want, like you own it.

Like it’s yours.

And it is hers.

I belong to Emaline Owens, just like she belongs to me.

“Wow…” She struggles to close her hand around me. “Just…” Hot summer air rushes across the tip of my dick causing the drop of precum to cascade, a sensation that forces me to fight an unexpected shiver along my backbone. “WOW.” Her grip vanishes completely when it lands on top of her thumb; however, before I can give an instruction or inquire about her feelings, she slides it between her lips and sucks. “Mmmm.”

“Fucccccckkkkkk,” gets gurgled in my throat prior to me reaching my hand back over and latching it onto the nape of her neck. “Come closer, baby.” Pushing her downward receives no resistance. “Spit on it for me.”

Emmerz immediately lowers her mouth.

“Right on the tip.”

A thick, warm dribble drops onto the head of my dick.

“Let it fall.”

She does.