As Kenji’s breathing quickened, Ariya slid her hand down to cup his balls, giving them a playful squeeze. “Or maybe you want Mommy to use her mouth on you first, suckling your cock until you’re writhing and moaning?” She traced the zipper of his fly with her tongue, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
“I can do all of those things, and so much more,” she whispered, her fingers dancing along his inner thigh. “All you have to do is submit to me, body and soul.”
With a smooth, practiced motion, Ariya divested Kenji of his pajamas, baring his skin to her eager touch. She nuzzled his neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh, her nipples brushing against him with each shallow breath.
Her hands roamed his body, mapping every contour and crevice as she worked him into a frenzy of desire. She sucked marks into his shoulders, leaving her brand on his awakening passion.
Ariya’s fingers found their way to his twitching erection once more, stroking it with a firm, consistent rhythm. “That’s it, Kenji, give in to the pleasure,” she cooed, her other hand slipping under his hips to grasp his ass, pulling him closer to her throbbing heat.
As Kenji’s climax loomed, Ariya abruptly withdrew her touch, leaving him aching and desperate for release. “Not yet, my darling,” she panted, her own arousal evident in the dampness gathering between her thighs. “First, Mommy needs to taste you.”
She nestled between his legs, her mouth descending upon his reddened tip as she engulfed him in her warm, wet cavern. Her tongue swirled and danced, lapping at his pre-cum as she sucked him deep, taking him to the back of her throat.
Kenji’s hips bucked wildly, his fingers tangling in her dark hair as he tried to push her away, to give himself some semblance of control. But Ariya was relentless, her oral assault driving him to the brink of madness.