Sera swallowed hard. For a mont she looked like she might refuse, but the mory of the flas hovering at her neck was still fresh. She closed her eyes for the briefest second and drew in a slow, careful breath, forcing herself back under control.
She then lowered herself to the ground, parting her knees slightly as they t the floor. Her eyes stayed locked on his the entire ti, a mixture of caution and nervousness burning in them.
"Good," Julian whispered.
He reached down and slowly unfastened his trousers, the sound of the fabric loud in the quiet room. He freed his thick, already hardening cock. It sprang out heavily, the flushed head glistening with a bead of precum.
The size of it made Sera’s eyes widen in surprise. She stared for a mont, unable to react at first, as if her mind needed ti to fully accept what she was seeing. Her lips slowly parted, and a quiet, unsteady breath slipped out.
There was no attempt to hide it now—her nervousness showed clearly on her face. She shifted slightly, still looking at it, as though unsure whether to step back or stay where she was.
Julian leaned back in the chair, one hand resting casually on the armrest like he had all the ti in the world.
"Show ," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Show exactly how much better you are than all the others."
Sera licked her lips nervously, her tongue darting out twice before she leaned forward.
She started gently, pressing soft, tentative kisses along the underside of his thick shaft. Her lips brushed from base to tip, but there was a noticeable hesitation in every movent.
She took her ti, but it wasn’t just seduction — it was caution. Every kiss was accompanied by a tiny, anxious glance up at his face, as if she was terrified of doing sothing wrong.
When she reached the swollen head, she swirled her tongue around it in slow circles, tasting the salty precum. A soft, needy hum escaped her throat, but it sounded more anxious than confident.
She finally parted her lips and took the head into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked gently at first — cheeks hollowing as she worked just the tip. Her tongue pressed and swirled underneath, but she kept pulling back slightly every few seconds, as if afraid to take too much too soon.
Julian watched her with dark, unreadable eyes. After a mont, he slid one hand into her blonde hair, fingers threading through the soft strands. He didn’t force her yet — just held her there.
"Mmmph... hah..."
Sera grew a little bolder. She took more of him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide around his thick girth. She bobbed her head slowly, trying to take him deeper with each pass. Her saliva was already making everything slick and shiny, so of it dripping filthily down his shaft.
slurp... gluck... slurp
Soft, wet sucking sounds filled the room, mixed with her shaky, muffled breathing.
She looked up at him through her watery lashes, her eyes silently begging for approval. When she saw the intense way he was watching her, a low, vibrating moan escaped around his cock — but it sounded more like a nervous plea than pure pleasure.
Encouraged by his silence, she pushed herself further. She tried to relax her throat and take him deeper, but the mont the head pressed firmly against the back of her throat she gagged hard.
"Gluck—! Nngh!"
Her eyes watered instantly, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks. She held there for a frightened second before pulling off with a wet, gasping cough, thick strings of saliva connecting her swollen, trembling lips to his glistening cock.
"You’re... so thick, my lord..." she whispered breathlessly, voice hoarse and shaky. "I want all of it... I’ll try..."
Fear was clear in her eyes now. She was scared she wouldn’t be able to handle him, scared of disappointing him, scared of what might happen if she failed.
She dove back down imdiately, sucking harder despite her nervousness. One of her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, while the other gently cupped and massaged his balls. Her breasts bounced heavily with every bob of her head, nearly spilling out of the tight uniform.
Julian’s grip tightened in her hair. He began guiding her movents more firmly, pushing her head down until her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat convulsed violently around him.
"Gluck—! Gluck—! Nnghhh!"
Sera made wet, choking sounds — desperate gags mixed with panicked whimpers — but she didn’t pull away. Tears stread freely down her face now, mixing with the saliva that was dripping ssily down her chin and onto her heaving cleavage.
She was a ss yet she kept sucking, slurping, and swallowing around his length with desperate determination, trying to prove herself.
Julian’s breathing grew heavier as he watched her pretty face stretched obscenely around his cock, watched her breasts jiggle with every forced movent, watched the way her thighs rubbed together desperately beneath that tiny skirt.
"Deeper," he ordered, his voice rough with arousal. "Take every inch like you promised. Don’t you dare stop."
Sera whimpered in fear and obedience. She forced herself down further, her throat bulging visibly as she took him all the way to the hilt. She held there, nose buried against him, eyes fluttering and watering badly as she struggled to breathe through her nose. Saliva poured uncontrollably from the corners of her stretched mouth, dripping onto the floor in thick strands.
Her whole body trembled with nervousness and effort.
When Julian finally allowed her to pull back, she gasped desperately for air, coughing and choking softly.
"Haaah—! Haaah—! Cough... cough..."
Her lips were swollen and shiny, her chin and chest glistening with spit and tears. She looked up at him, voice hoarse, broken, and trembling with both lust and fear:
"Am I... doing better than the others, my lord? Please... tell I’m doing okay..."
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