Thorne's~~~~~~~
She hesitated.
Just a second.
Her eyes flicked up to mine—wide, wet, unsure—but then she dropped down to her knees.
Good girl.
I leaned back into the chair, spreading my legs a little wider, watching every move she made.
Her hands touched the floor first, then her knees slid forward across the polished tiles.
Slow.
Quiet.
Obedient.
Her p***y was still exposed between her thighs, wet and red from what I’d just done to her.
I let out a breath through my nose. Controlled.
When she reached me, she sat back a little on her heels, looking up at me.
Waiting.
My hand moved to my c**k, wrapping around the thick base.
Still hard.
Still dripping at the tip.
“You see this?” I said, my voice steady, calm—like I was reading scripture, not holding something filt
