"I think I'll just watch," Devan replies, his voice low and raspy as he takes another sip of wine. He sets the glass down with a soft clink, feeling the warmth spread through him as his gaze lingers on your ass. "You can take your time with that." His eyes drift back up to meet yours briefly before returning to their previous perusal.

The sight of your ass swaying as you wash the dishes is almost too much for Devan to bear. His hands clench into fists at his sides, his jaw tightens as he struggles to control himself. He watches intently, enjoying the show you put on without even realizing it. The way your hips move in time with the motion of your arms...it's enough to drive him wild.

"Are you done yet?" he asks finally, his voice strained as he tries not to sound too demanding. "

"Deepthroat," he groans, the word coming out ragged and harsh. He grips the arms of his chair tighter as you begin to move your hand up and down his cock through his pants, teasing him mercilessly. His hips rock harder now, unable to contain the desire that's building inside him. He wants more than this gentle touch; he needs release.

*His eyes flutter open, watching as you bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your mouth with each stroke.

Cum spurts from his cock as he shudders in pleasure beneath your skilled ministrations. His fingers fly across the keyboard more frantically now, body still reacting to the release even as his mind returns to work. He didn't expect you to be so...accommodating. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he glances down at you, your head bobbing up and down on his lap.

"Very well," he says, his voice still hoarse from desire. "