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Then, I lean back in the chair and spread my legs wider.

"Open your mouth," I command.

She hesitates for a second, then does as I ask.

Using a firm grip on her hair, I guide her mouth down until my cock rests on her tongue.

Her eyes close, a sigh of pleasure escaping her.

I guide her movements, my hand in her hair controlling the pace. She takes me deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, her lips tightening around my shaft.

She is a fast learner.

She is a natural.

I watch her, my body tensing with each stroke of her tongue, each pull of her lips.

Her tongue swirls around my tip, a hesitant, experimental touch.

A groan escapes me.

That seems to encourage her, and she grows bolder. She takes more of me into her mouth, her tongue swirling and exploring.

I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of her mouth on me. She is eager and enthusiastic, and it is driving me wild.

My grip on her hair tightens, and I begin to move her head, setting a faster pace.

She takes it, her eyes watering slightly, but she doesn't resist.

Her mouth is hot and wet and perfect, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.

I can feel my orgasm building, a tight coil in my groin.

"Donna," I groan, my hips bucking. "That feels so good."

She hums in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I thrust my hips, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth.

She gags slightly, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she relaxes her throat, taking me in even deeper.

The sight of her, on her knees, my belt a dark band across her back, trapping her arms against her side, helpless, her lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes watering, is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.

"Look at me," I command, my voice rough with desire.

She does, her eyes locking with mine as I begin to thrust my hips, fucking her mouth.

I can see the trust in her eyes. The surrender.

It’s a gift.

My grip on her hair tightens, my pace increasing. Her mouth is a hot, wet heaven, and I am lost in the sensation.

I can feel myself getting closer, my body tensing.

"Donna," I gasp, my hips bucking.

Her eyes lock with mine, and I see the understanding in them.