Jazmin's Touch - Episode 5

Jazmin moves like someone who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. She makes him strip first. Slow. No rush. Watches him fold each piece of clothing and set it aside like it matters. When he's bare she circles him, one fingertip tracing the line of his spine until he shivers. She tells him to kneel. He drops. She lifts one heel and presses the sole against his cock, just enough weight to pin him there without crushing. He hardens against the leather anyway. She smiles at that, small and sharp. Then she tells him the rules. No touching unless she says. No coming until she allows it. If he breaks either, he leaves. He nods. She lifts her skirt, steps forward, and guides his mouth where she wants it. She keeps one hand in his hair, the other braced on the wall, hips rolling slow while she watches his face. Every time his tongue hits the right spot she tightens her grip and breathes out a single word: good. By the time she's finished with him his knees are numb and his cock is leaking on the floor. She steps back, smooths her skirt, and tells him to clean it up with his tongue. He does. She nods once, almost approving, and says they'll try again tomorrow.