Spreading my legs wide, licking me top to bottom.

Bending me over, spanking my ass, sliding his cock deep between my legs.

Pulling my hair, rolling his fingers along my soaking wet clit.

Oh, shit.

“Leon,” I whisper, almost a strangled gasp. Almost a moan.

He nods once, his eyes burning hot. “Shit,” he grunts.

“Oh, god,” I groan. I bite my lip and close my eyes, tilting my head back. I start breathing faster, louder. I can feel my skin flush with excitement.

I picture it all, everything I want from him. I picture him punishing me in the office, spanking me raw before fucking me rough. I picture crawling on my knees toward him, taking his cock deep into my mouth, sucking him fast until he comes. I picture him licking me from behind and making me come, over and over again, before he finally lets me crawl away, still shaking and moaning with pure, intense pleasure.

I start to let my breathing turn to moans. I don’t know where any of this is coming from but I swear, I’m in the moment for real. It’s almost like he’s really touching me. He groans and grunts softly as I put on my performance, but I barely hear him.

I’m totally lost in the moment. I’m groaning, gasping. I grab the edge of the vanity and toss my hair back.

I open my eyes and look at him. “Oh, fuck, Leon,” I groan. “Please. Please. Don’t stop.”

He’s staring at me like he’s starving and the look in his eyes nearly shocks me out of it. I never in a million years thought I’d see something like that from him… but he’s looking at me like he really wants to pin me down and fuck me right now.

“Careful,” he croons. “You can’t be too loud.”

“Oh, fuck. Sorry. Sorry. Just don’t stop.”

I have to look away from him. God, if he keeps looking at me like that, I’m afraid I’ll throw myself at him and do something really stupid.

Instead, I keep panting, quieter now but faster. I gasp suddenly, higher pitched, and he groans.

I swear, it’s the best performance imaginable. It goes on for a few minutes, both of us going back and forth, groaning and gasping but not touching, not even looking at each other.

And it’s the hottest thing of my entire life.

I’m dripping wet, practically pooling down my leg. I’m embarrassed, exposed, and so goddamn excited that I can barely stand. My knees are weak and my heart’s racing like wild.

And all I can do is moan louder, louder. We go faster now and I can see our bodies pinned tight together, writhing and moving and groaning. I can feel him between my legs, deep inside my slick pussy, fucking me, grinding into me, pushing me closer.

“Oh, fuck, Leon,” I gasp. “Keep going. Keep going. Oh, yes, oh yes, oh, god yes.”

“Come for me, little darling,” he croons. “Come on my big cock, you dirty girl. I want to see you come for Daddy.”

I blink and stare at him for a second. Daddy? Shit. That’s actually pretty hot.

But I shake my head and bite my lip hard. “Yes,” I groan. “Yes, oh, god yes.”

And this is it. I can feel it. I gasp and moan and grip the vanity and I come… sort of.

I fake it.

I let the fake orgasm rip through me. I arch my back and gasp, pretending to try and stay quiet. I whisper his name and let it devolve into moans of pleasure.

I fake it for Leon.

For Daddy.

Oh, shit.

Slowly I finish. He finishes himself with a low grunt and a groan, like he just came inside of me, or he came on my breasts, or in my mouth. Hell, I think I’d let him come on my face, just so I can taste it afterward.

We finish and silence sits between us. I finally force myself to look at him. He’s burning with something, his eyes staring into mine like he’s going to rip off my dress. I think he might actually do it as he steps closer to me.

He puts a hand on my lower back. He pulls me against him.

I swear I feel his hard cock against my stomach. His huge, hard cock.

“Good job,” he whispers. “You earned every cent.”

Without another word, he steps back, pulls a pen from his jacket, and writes a check.

I stand there, flushed and breathing fast and just watch as he finishes up. He tears the check free and hands it to me.

“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing it into my hand. “Now put that somewhere safe.”

I nod once, stupefied.

“Thanks,” I manage to say.

“No, thank you.” He leans forward again to whisper in my ear. “You were incredible. I can only imagine the real thing is even better.”

Without another word, he leaves the bathroom, and I swear I collapse into a puddle of my own excitement as soon as the door shuts.

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