Eleni
I watch Dante dart into the connected living room to grab a pillow from the couch.
“For your knees.” He sets it on the floor.
I swallow. Dante watches the movement with hungry eyes. Slowly, I kneel on the pillow instead of the tile floor. His suit pants bulge in front of my face, and I lick my lips. Time for my first blowjob.
“What next?” I ask.
He smiles and unfastens his pants, then shoves them down with his underwear to pool on the floor. His c**k springs free. I’m pretty sure it’s bigger than last time. He wraps his hand around it and pumps a few times, until liquid beads on the tip.
“You can go slow,” he says. “Trust me, it’s just as good slow.”
I lick the bead of liquid before I can overthink it. His flavor bursts over my tongue, salty and musky and Dante. I hum.
“Good.
