[She is completely unhurried with her motions and although she moves slowly there is no hesitation in her touch. She is biding her time and drinking in the power she has over him in this moment. Her fingers curl as they drag down his torso again, nails lightly scraping his skin while she moves her other hand over his length, pausing to trace his tip with the pad of her thumb, spreading the moisture.]
[She maintains eye contact, her own eyes dark and almost predatory, like the cat about to catch the canary--quite the fitting comparison, all things considered. She wets her lips slowly before leaning in to blow over the slick sensitive skin--and before he has the chance to completely react to the sensation of cold she seals her lips over the head of his cock, her tongue caressing over and around it inside her mouth.]
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[She maintains eye contact, her own eyes dark and almost predatory, like the cat about to catch the canary--quite the fitting comparison, all things considered. She wets her lips slowly before leaning in to blow over the slick sensitive skin--and before he has the chance to completely react to the sensation of cold she seals her lips over the head of his cock, her tongue caressing over and around it inside her mouth.]