Miss Bella's eyes widened for a brief moment, a flicker of nervous excitement crossing her flushed face. She hesitated only a second before slowly sinking to her knees on the carpeted floor of her office. The position put her at eye level with Trevor's cock—thick, veined, and still slick with her own arousal. It bobbed slightly in front of her, the head flushed dark and glistening.
She licked her lips unconsciously, her gaze darting up to meet his. "I… I haven't done this in a very long time," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Her hands rested tentatively on his thighs, fingers trembling just a little.
Trevor reached down and gently threaded his fingers through her hair, not forcing her, but guiding her closer. "Then take your time," he said, his voice low and reassuring even as heat burned in his eyes. "But I want to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around me. Show me how much you want it."
