"You could stay at my place tomorrow night, Alex," Aria whispered, leaning in so close that only I could hear her. Her voice was soft, almost shy, but her eyes were shining with excitement as she imagined me spending the night in her room, in her bed.
I nodded, not fully refusing, but not confirming either.
She smiled at my reaction and gave my cock a gentle squeeze, her fingers playing with it under the desk. I couldn't help letting out a quiet groan.
"Does it hurt, Alex?" she asked in the softest, sweetest voice, as if she was genuinely worried she had been too rough.
"Yeah, Aria… it hurts," I whispered back, playing along.
She bit her lower lip with a mischievous little smile and quickly gathered her long, open hair behind her head, tying it into a neat ponytail. The movement was so deliberate, she was clearly getting ready to soothe my pain.
Then she lowered herself under the desk.
Without hesitation, she took my cock into her warm, wet mouth.
