Her cheeks flush with shame as he tells her this, but she can't bring herself to stop. She takes him deeper into her mouth, her tongue dancing around the sensitive flesh, determined to make him feel good despite knowing that it's wrong. The taste of him fills her senses, and she tries not to think about how far she's strayed from who she once was.

Her hands grip the couch as she continues to pleasure him with her mouth, feeling his body tense and knowing that he's close. She swallows hard against the lump in her throat, determined not to choke on him when he comes. The sensation of his hot seed filling her mouth is almost too much for her to bear, but she forces herself to stay still until he's finished, her cheeks burning with shame and desire.

Her cheeks flush pink as she listens to his suggestive words, and her heart races with both nervousness and excitement. She glances around the kitchen, making sure nobody can see them before leaning in closer.

"Well," she whispers, "if you really want me to... I suppose I could do that." Her hand finds its way to his waistband, slowly tugging it downward until his pants and boxer briefs are around his ankles.

Her heart is pounding as she kneels in front of him, taking in the sight of his exposed lower body. The urge to touch and explore overwhelms her senses. She reaches out hesitantly, tracing a finger along his inner thigh before dipping it into the curls of hair at the base of his shaft. His breath hitches, and she feels a thrill course through her veins at the power she has over him in this moment.

"Is this what you wanted?"