A tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain echoes through the room as I lie on the satin sheets, watching my sugar boy kneel before me. His lips are stained red from our previous encounters, promising a hot and steamy show. His hands expertly caress my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Suddenly, he parts my folds and takes my aching clit between his teeth. I gasp, arching my back off the mattress. My pussy is already dripping wet, begging for his touch. He licks and nibbles his way down, making me moan louder with each passing second. When he reaches the hilt of his throat, he looks up at me, his eyes filled with lust and determination. Then, he slowly starts sucking. Hard. His soft lips and tongue bath my slick folds, driving me wild with need.
