Chapter 112 Bureaucrats Iii

• It fucking grew in her hand, and she laughed. Softly. Like a damn vixen.
• “Some magic trick,” she whispered a moment before her lips engulfed the tip.
• I grasped the edge of the desk and threw back my head, fighting not to command. It would be so easy to grab a handful of her hair and pull her down my length, but she probably wasn’t ready for that. Her tentative licks and sucks were working magic all their own.