[ The word for her, something more than just her name, had almost slipped out of him without thinking about it — something that feels more formal, more significant than just calling her ma'am, but that wouldn't have seemed right either, not when that's the way he'd address any older woman more respectfully. He's not fully aware that he's even said it until she repeats the question back to him, and then he blinks a little, cognizant that he's uttered it loud enough for her to hear. ]
... yes. [ He gives her that answer in a hush, but it's confident when it comes — assuring, at least, that while he has this with her specifically, no one else has even come close to being considered that way in his mind. His fingers thread deeper into her hair, and when she leans in to drag her tongue over the length of his cock, he draws in a breath through his nose, a sharp inhale. ]
I will. Anything. Anything you say. [ It doesn't matter whether she stays on her knees and takes her time licking him until he begs for more or chooses to wrap her lips around him and eventually lets him come down her throat — whatever she says, goes, at least when it's the two of them alone together. ]
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... yes. [ He gives her that answer in a hush, but it's confident when it comes — assuring, at least, that while he has this with her specifically, no one else has even come close to being considered that way in his mind. His fingers thread deeper into her hair, and when she leans in to drag her tongue over the length of his cock, he draws in a breath through his nose, a sharp inhale. ]
I will. Anything. Anything you say. [ It doesn't matter whether she stays on her knees and takes her time licking him until he begs for more or chooses to wrap her lips around him and eventually lets him come down her throat — whatever she says, goes, at least when it's the two of them alone together. ]