The Book of Erotica

Mia stretched across the couch, a thick leather book open on her lap. Danny found her there, fingers tracing lines of text. She looked up and smiled, already wet from what she’d learned. A moment later she slid to her knees and pulled him closer, eager to test every new trick on his cock. Her blond head bobbed with slow, filthy care, tongue working the underside the way the book described. She took him deeper, throat opening without hurry, eyes bright with fresh knowledge. Danny felt every wet, practiced motion and knew she was only getting started.