Her fingers slid lower, confidently undoing his belt buckle. "You know how much you love fucking me…" she whispered, breath warm against his neck. Her hands were practiced, knowing exactly how to stroke, tease, and destroy his anger one inch at a time. "I'll make it worth your while."
He inhaled sharply as she unbuckled his pants, her fingers curling around him with a sensual rhythm that made his knees threaten to buckle. "It is a lot of money, Priscy," he muttered.
"And I am a lot of woman," she replied with a playful smirk, sinking to her knees. She pulled him free, brushing her lips over his gradually hardening length, worshipping him. "I'm your woman, baby," she breathed before taking him into her mouth.
"Yeah… you are my woman…" Daniel murmured, the edge in his voice dissolving into raw pleasure as his fingers tangled in her hair. She looked up at him with wicked eyes as he pushed deeper, making her gag. It was punishment laced with pleasure.
