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“I’ve got time for something quick,” I said. “If you’re offering.”
Vivienne’s smile went slow and wicked. “Quick,” she said, “is a speciality.”
She slid off the sofa onto her knees between my legs and undid my belt without looking down, holding my eyes the whole time. My trousers came down. My cock sprang up, embarrassingly eager. She laughed softly and wrapped her hand round the base.
“Hello,” she said to it. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
Then she took me into her mouth.
The website had not been exaggerating. She was slow at first, warm and wet, her tongue swirling round the head, then deeper, her hand moving in time, her other hand cupping my balls. She hummed. She made eye contact. She did something with her tongue that I am still not sure was legal. I gripped the arm of the sofa with one hand and her hair with the other, very gently, and she let me.
It took me about three minutes. I’m not proud. She didn’t stop until I’d finished, then sat back on her heels, wiped her mouth with a hotel napkin, and grinned.
“Three minutes,” she said. “Not my record. Not far off.”
I made my seven o’clock Singapore call the next morning with a smile on my face that the head of procurement found very confusing.
Ending 12 of 16: Something Quick. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.