Anne Sumrs walked toward the naked Ross, her breath hitching ever so slightly as she took in the sight before her.
This was only the second man she had ever seen so exposed, so unguarded, and the intimacy of the mont was not lost on her.
Despite her resolve, her eyes drifted downward, lingering for a mont too long.
Of course, she'd seen plenty of porn—who hadn't in this age of advanced technology?
The internet made everything so accessible, so easy to indulge in. But no amount of videos or photos could have prepared her for this. For him.
Ross was sothing else entirely, and it wasn't just his physique.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as her gaze returned to his face. What stunned her most, however, was the sheer size of him.
"I guess I was wrong," Anne thought, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest.
"He's not little at all. He's huge."
Ross wasn't even aroused, and yet his size already put her boyfriend to sha. The thought sent an unexpected jolt of heat through her, one she tried to suppress. She wasn't here for that.
She wouldn't let herself be distracted or tempted. No, she had a purpose, and she was determined to see it through.
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Anne steadied herself, walking with the confidence of a woman on a mission. The rhythmic click of her high heels against the polished floor echoed in the room, each step deliberate and firm.
She was dressed for success—her long brown hair was styled into a sleek braid that fell over one shoulder, and her black, form-fitting slip dress hugged her curves like a second skin.
The hem of the dress was teasingly short, brushing against the tops of her thighs. A stray gust of wind could expose her secrets, but she didn't care. The danger only added to her allure.
When she reached him, Anne didn't hesitate. She dropped gracefully to her knees between Ross's strong legs, her every movent deliberate.
Her hands, soft and steady, hovered over his length before finally making contact.
She didn't kiss him, didn't lick him—there was no rush in her actions. Instead, she let her fingers trail over him, tracing the contours of his impressive length.
Her eyes t his, and she held his gaze, her expression unreadable.
"You're only the second man I've done this for, Ross," she confessed, her voice low and sultry.
"You should feel lucky."
Anne had learned from experience that a little dirty talk could go a long way.
Her boyfriend, for instance, never lasted more than a few minutes under her touch, especially when she used words to fan the flas. She hoped Ross would be the sa.
She didn't want this to go any further than it had to.
But Ross was different. He didn't react as she expected. Instead, he watched her in silence, his dark eyes intense and unreadable. He studied her as if he were committing every detail of her to mory.
Anne felt the weight of his gaze, and it sent a shiver down her spine. He wasn't just looking at her; he was seeing her. All of her.
Her creamy, flawless skin, her toned legs, the way her dress seed to fight a losing battle to contain her curves.
She was about 5'7", her figure a perfect blend of elegance and sensuality. Her full breasts strained against the confines of her bra, the fabric barely able to contain her ample curves.
Each breath she took caused the delicate straps of her dress to shift, hinting at the treasures hidden beneath.
Ross's gaze trailed downward, lingering on her hips and thighs, which were accentuated by the tight, short dress.
And then there was her ass—perfectly rounded, the kind of ass that could make a man lose his mind.
Ross had no doubt that Anne Sumrs was a woman made to drive n wild, and he wasn't immune to her allure.
Anne's mind was racing. Despite her resolve, she couldn't help but notice the raw masculinity that Ross exuded. He was strong, confident, and utterly unshaken by her presence. It was maddening.
Most n would have been putty in her hands by now, but Ross was as steady as a mountain.
She bit her lip, trying to focus. This wasn't about her attraction to him, and it wasn't about what he thought of her.
She was here for a reason, and she wasn't going to let her emotions—or her desires—get in the way.
Still, as her hands continued to explore him, she couldn't deny the heat building between them. It was electric, a tension that seed to fill the room.
Ross leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Is this part of the plan, Anne?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Anne's heart skipped a beat. She didn't answer imdiately, instead tightening her grip on him, her fingers trailing along his length with a deliberate slowness.
"Maybe," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ross smirked, his confidence only adding to his allure.
"Then by all ans, continue. Let's see how far you're willing to go."
Anne's breath caught. She had hoped to maintain control, but Ross's words sent a shiver of anticipation through her. She wasn't sure who was in control anymore—or if she even wanted to be.
This was a dangerous ga, and they both knew it.
"You asked for it," Anne Sumrs replied, her tone steady, though her cheeks burned with a mix of determination and excitent.
She tightened her grip slightly, her soft hands moving over Ross's cock with increasing speed and purpose.
One hand focused on his length, her fingers gliding along the smooth, rigid surface with expert precision. The other hand cupped his heavy balls, gently massaging them in ti with her movents.
Her touch was firm yet careful, calculated to elicit a response.
And soon, her efforts were rewarded.
Ross's body reacted to her ministrations, his cock swelling and hardening until it stood fully erect. The sheer size of him left Anne speechless, her movents faltering for a mont as she took in the sight.
He was massive—more than she had imagined—and the reality of it hit her like a wave.
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