SOPHIE.

The quiet click of the buckle felt louder than it should have. He shoved his jeans and boxers down just far enough for his cock to spring free—thick, flushed dark at the head, already shiny with precome. Veins stood out along the shaft. His balls hung heavy underneath. He wrapped a hand around the base and stroked once, slow, smearing the bead of fluid over the swollen head while he watched my face.

“You know what I want.”

I leaned forward, still fully in character, and took him into my mouth. The weight of him on my tongue, the heat, the clean-salt taste of his skin—all of it felt...