Riri kneeling before me for the second time since that night I came home undoes me. She's the kind of woman who doesn't just submit. I feel fucking honored.
I tilt my head to the side as I stare down at her, watching as she hooks her fingers underneath my briefs, pulls them down, and takes my rock-hard cock in her hand. I've been turned on since she started painting on the canvas aimlessly. I don't think she realizes it yet, but every time she does art makes me horny.
And that's got to be one of the best works she's done and she didn't even put much effort into it. It's time I show her how amazing she is.
In the meantime, I'll enjoy the show she's so eager to put on for me.
Riri starts stroking up and down. She looks at me, opens her mouth, and takes me all the way down her throat like she's fucking starving for me. "Fûck." I let out an unexpected moan, and another one when she swirls her tongue around my length and releases me with a pop. Holy fuck, that's hot.
