He’s sitting, watching me closely. I let my black robe slip off, revealing black bisexual lingerie—bra, panties, garter belt, all with glinting chains wrapping my curves. I whisper, “Tonight, I want to play with you,” before kneeling between his legs. My hands glide over his thighs, pulling out his warm, hard cock. I run my tongue from base to tip, slow and wet, leaving a trail of spit. This isn’t about making him finish—it’s about control. I take him in my mouth, then pull back, swirl my tongue, look up, and tease again. Saliva drips as I keep him on edge, denying the release, savoring every second of his frustration.