“You liked that? “Robin…” she said, handing him his beer, his name sounding so much better coming from her, “That’s such a cute name. Indian hot sex I’d love to share them, make people know that art as great as this exists.”
He blushed a little and smiled, “Yeah, of course! You ah, better not waste a drop…” She said, voice a little ragged as she focused on keeping her phone steady, recording every delicious detail as he went down on her and, to her delight, prepared to swallow her cum. Despite his confliction about sucking a cock, the overpowering urge was just to please her, to disregard any and all reservations he had and to forget his own desires. “A-ah, fuck yes! She smirked to herself about her own thoughts, usually she would be thinking about parting a fans thighs and pounding them into a weak well-used stupor, but with this one she wanted to see him fetching her drinks, sketching her nude, forced to wash her in the shower, their nude bodies pressed together, not like her at all, maybe it’d be worth holding onto this boy, at least for a couple of long sweaty nights. Don’t understand?”
She looked at him searchingly for a moment, then reached up with her hand behind his
