Xenia’s voice dropped to a soft, almost shy whisper, but there was a new heat beneath it.
"As for what I’m thinking about... It’s just that, I don’t know if you feel the sa way, but allow to help release your stress and help you relax..."
The words hung between them like a promise. Stan’s eyebrow lifted slightly, but he didn’t stop her. His calm gaze stayed on her face, patient, waiting to see how far she would go.
Xenia took another deep breath, then unbuckled her seatbelt with a quiet click. She shifted in the leather seat, turning her body toward him with deliberate, sensual grace.
The black dress she still wore from the earlier event clung to her curves as she leaned across the center console. The faint scent of her perfu, sothing warm and floral with a hint of vanilla, mixed with the cool ocean air still circulating through the vents.
Her fingers trembled just a little at first as they brushed over Stan’s thigh. Then she grew bolder. She found the buckle of his belt, her manicured nails catching the faint glow from the dashboard lights.
With a slow, teasing pull, she unfastened it. The tallic sound seed loud in the quiet car. She glanced up at him through her lashes, checking for any sign of hesitation. There was none. Only that steady, dark-eyed watchfulness that made her stomach flutter.
She unzipped his pants next, the sound intimate and unmistakable. Stan shifted his hips slightly to help her, his breathing already deepening.
When she freed him from his boxers, his cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and already half-hard from the charged tension that had built during their long drive. Xenia’s eyes widened a fraction, a mix of nerves and hunger flashing across her face.
"God..." she breathed, almost to herself.
She wrapped her soft, warm hand around the base of his shaft. The contrast was imdiate, her smooth skin against his throbbing heat.
Stan let out a low exhale as her fingers tightened gently, giving him one slow, exploratory stroke from root to tip. His cock twitched in her grip, swelling fully under her touch.
Xenia leaned down further, her hair falling like a curtain over one shoulder. She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the head of his cock, her lips warm and plush.
Then another kiss, wetter this ti, before her tongue slipped out to trace a slow circle around the sensitive tip. Stan’s hand ca to rest lightly on the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there, fingers threading gently through her hair.
She took him into her mouth slowly, savoring the mont. Her lips stretched around his girth as she sank down, inch by inch, until she had as much of him as she could take. The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him completely.
Stan groaned softly, the sound low and rough in his chest. The Lamborghini’s engine continued its quiet idle, a subtle vibration that seed to travel through their bodies.
Xenia began to move. She bobbed her head with a steady rhythm, her tongue swirling along the underside of his shaft on every upward stroke. She sucked gently but firmly, hollowing her cheeks, creating delicious suction that made his thighs tense.
Saliva coated him, making each glide smoother, wetter. The obscene, slick sounds of her mouth working him filled the car, soft slurps, quiet gasps for air when she pulled back to breathe, and the occasional moan vibrating around his cock.
She stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth with her hand, twisting her wrist slightly on the upstroke, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head.
Every ti she took him deep again, she relaxed her throat, trying to take more of him. Her free hand rested on his thigh, nails digging lightly into the fabric of his pants as she lost herself in the act.
Stan’s head tipped back against the seat. His breathing grew heavier, more ragged. The pleasure built in slow, powerful waves, starting from the base of his spine and spreading outward.
Every flick of her tongue, every tight suck, every warm slide of her lips sent sparks through his nerves. He could feel the tension of the long night lting away under her eager attention.
"Fuck... Xenia," he murmured, voice husky. His fingers tightened slightly in her hair, not controlling her pace, but anchoring himself.
She responded by taking him even deeper, her nose brushing against his pelvis as she held him there for a few seconds, throat contracting around him.
When she pulled back, strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock. She looked up at him, eyes glassy with arousal, before diving back in with renewed hunger.
The intimacy of the mont was overwhelming. Here they were, in his sleek black Huracán parked in a quiet student residential compound, the world outside dark and still except for the gentle rustle of trees.
Inside, it was just heat, breath, and connection. Xenia poured everything into it, her gratitude for the night, her attraction to him, her desire to make him feel good after everything.
Stan’s hips began to lift subtly, eting her rhythm. His cock throbbed harder in her mouth, the veins pulsing against her tongue. The pressure inside him coiled tighter, hotter.
"I’m close," he warned, voice strained.
Xenia didn’t pull away. If anything, she moved faster, sucking him with more purpose. Her hand pumped the base in perfect sync with her mouth. Wet, filthy sounds mixed with Stan’s low groans.
The orgasm hit him hard. With a deep, guttural groan, Stan tensed completely. His cock pulsed violently between her lips as thick ropes of cum spilled into her mouth.
Xenia moaned around him, swallowing eagerly, her throat working to take every drop. She kept sucking gently through his climax, milking him until he was spent, until the last weak twitch faded.
Only then did she slowly pull off, licking her lips clean with a satisfied little hum. A thin strand of saliva and cum still connected her bottom lip to his softening cock before it broke.
She sat up slightly, cheeks flushed, breathing hard, and looked at him with a mix of shyness and pride.
Stan’s chest rose and fell as he caught his breath. He reached out, gently brushing a lock of hair from her face, his thumb tracing her swollen lower lip.
"Damn," he said softly, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at his mouth. "That was... unexpected."
Xenia smiled, still a little breathless, her hand resting lightly on his thigh.
"I told you I wanted to help you relax."
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