The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the walls. The air was thick with anticipation as the old man sat in his plush chair, his gaze fixed on the young woman kneeling before him. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, her submissive nature clear in her eyes.
He reached down and stroked her hair, his rough hands sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, he pulled her head towards his crotch, his hardened member pressing against her lips. She parted them hesitantly, taking him into her mouth for the first time.
As she began to worship his cock with her tongue and gentle suction, he groaned in approval. His grip in her hair tightened, pulling her head back into his lap as he let out a slow, steady stream of moans. The sound of his pleasure sent a wave of arousal through her body, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel his erection throbbing against her thigh, the heat between her legs growing unbearable. As he continued to moan, she moved her hips in sync with his, unable to resist the primal desire coursing through them both.
