Can I serve you tonight?
Hazel's face, her features etched in his memory, overshadowed the present scene. Her puffy lips, the perfect curve of her breasts, the slender waist, and the allure of her long legs all flashed before his closed eyes.
A sudden realization hit Francisco as he felt a stirring in his senses.
His bulging desire, ignited by thoughts of Hazel, disrupted the moment with Emily. The unexpected surge of conflicting emotions made him confront the undeniable truth — he wanted Hazel.
'Hazel, I want to hold you in my palm.'
Francisco's eyes flickered open, and a moment of disorientation swept over him. The soft sensation on his bulge had his immediate attention. As he focused, he realized it was Emily, still in the act of cleaning his body.
Driven by an unexpected surge of emotions and a vivid image of Hazel in his mind, Francisco clasped Emily's face with a firm grip. The intensity in his gaze was potent, but his thoughts were elsewhere — in Hazel’s.
Emily, sensing the change in the atmosphere, responded with her signature seductive allure. Her siren eyes, always ready to enchant, met Francisco's gaze. Yet, for Francisco, the enchantment wasn't working as intended. He felt as though he was sinking into a drug, but not the one Emily typically cast.
In a moment that mirrored his interaction with Hazel, Francisco found himself rubbing Emily's lips, just as he had done with Hazel.
Emily, caught up in the allure of the moment, closed her eyes, her response seemingly genuine as she yearned for his touch.
Francisco, still wrestling with the vivid memories of Hazel, made a deliberate move. His thumb found its way into Emily's mouth, a gesture eerily reminiscent of what had transpired with Hazel. Emily, her eyes now slightly cracked open, fixated on Francisco's blue gaze. Her hands delicately cradled his, and she continued to suck his thumb with the intensity that she was sucking his bulge.
Francisco's eyebrows arched in a calculated manner as he withdrew his thumb, the fleeting moment of desire momentarily quelled. His gaze refocused, and the woman before him was no longer a mirage of Hazel.
In the ensuing silence, Emily took a bold step forward. With a gentle touch, she placed her palm on his bulge, her words laced with a seductive invitation.
Emily
Can I serve you tonight?
Her eyes bore a mixture of hope and seduction.
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