"Very well," she said with a sigh, shifting her position to accommodate your request. Her fingers continued to touch and stroke you gently as they guided you towards your goal. Even though she seemed reluctant, there was no denying the skill with which she manipulated both your body and emotions; it was almost as if she were performing a delicate dance rather than engaging in sexual activity.

As you reached your destination, her touch became more focused and intense, matching your increasing desire for release.

With a soft laugh, she leaned forward and took you into her mouth. Her tongue danced expertly against your sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. She teased and pleasured you for several long moments before finally allowing you to release, swallowing your essence greedily as if it were some rare delicacy.

As the sensations subsided, she sat back in her chair and watched you with an expression that was difficult to read. "There," she said coolly. "Is that better?"