Ben's POV...
"What is your name?" I asked. I did not really care for that bit of information, but it would help if I knew exactly what to call her.
"Esmeralda." She responded, and I hummed, pleased with the sound of it.
"Esmeralda, strip for me." I instructed, and she understood the message because she put on quite the show for me while peeking off the thin layers of the materials that she had been swaddled in.
A stripper would not have done a better job because the moment the last clothing item was hitting the floor where the rest of her clothes lay, my c**k was already standing, and at this point, it was begging for attention.
I stood to my full height, and the fact that I towered over the blonde girl made the entire situation even more interesting.
"Kneel, Esmeralda," I comma
