Plaything

Cherie has that soft, barely-legal glow you notice right away. She stands in front of me, waiting. I tell her to pose, and she arches her back, pushing her small tits toward the light. When I ask for a flash she peels her top down fast, nipples stiff in the cool air. She’s already wet; the way her shorts cling tells me so. I nod at my cock and she drops to her knees without a word. Her hand closes around the shaft—warm, eager, tight. A few slow strokes, and then I shift my hips and guide her mouth lower. She licks me open, tongue soft and hungry, the heat of it sending a jolt straight through me. She keeps stroking with one hand while her tongue works deeper, never rushing, never stopping. Every order I give, she answers with action—quiet, wet, obedient.