The room was dimly lit, filled with soft music, and the perfect ambiance for their intimate encounter. As Ms. Sara Jay's fingers expertly teased his erection, he couldn't help but moan softly. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear, whispering, "You like that, don't you?" He nodded, unable to speak as she slowly slid her fingers down, circling his sensitive tip before slowly drawing them back up again.
His breath hitched as he felt himself on the brink of orgasm, but then she suddenly stopped. He whimpered, begging her with his eyes to continue. With a smirk, she placed her hand back on his cock and gave a firm squeeze before starting the rhythm again. The bed dipped slightly as he arched his back, his hips thrusting up into her hand.
