I try to massage the tenseness out of your muscles but this doesn't seem to do the trick. I bite my bottom lip, knowing a way to quiet your thoughts for a moment, but no idea if you're in the mood.

My fingers linger on top of your shoulder as I move in front of you, caressing your collarbone and chest. You move your head to the side and I kiss your neck. My lips move an inch away from your ear when I ask gently "Can I worship your cock please?". A deep moan escapes your lips, I take that as a yes as I kneel in front of your chair, already unbuckling your belt and freeing your growing cock from your pants.

I like looking at your cock, even the thought of putting it in my mouth alone makes my pussy ache. Your hand is in my hair, slightly pushing my mouth towards you. I lick my lips and wrap them around the tip of your, now rock hard, cock. Sucking gently and working you deeper into my mouth, I love the noises you make and the way you grip my hair tighter.

You start to push up into my mouth, forcing yourself down my throat. My eyes begin to water, but fuck I would do anything to hear the noises you make right now. I gag when every inch of you is down my throat, I begin to massage your balls, eager for your cum.

My other hand slips underneath my dress and pushes aside my panties. I begin to moan when I circle my wet clit. You start calling me your good girl, your eager little cum slut. I know you're close now, close to giving me what I want. You thrust your cock even deeper and I can feel your cum shooting down my throat while you call me your good girl one last time. I come hard, moaning with your cock still inside me. Fuck I like helping you relax...