Backstage of Little lady

Camille stands backstage, her soft blonde hair catching the light. She knows what she wants. She wants to be a lady. She has the manners, the charm. She has the kind of smile that makes men lean in. When the offer comes, she accepts it with grace. Her knees touch the floor. She opens her mouth. She takes him in, warm and steady, her tongue sliding over him with quiet focus. Her eyes lift, calm and sure. He holds her head, guiding her pace, and she answers each thrust with a soft sound. When he pulls free, his release paints her face, streaking her lips and cheek. She stays still. She lets it drip. A lady never refuses a gentleman’s gift.