I knew he wouldn't resist.

Friday afternoon, I simply sent him a message:

My new manicure is done. Green. Squared. Short. The key will be under the doormat tonight. You'll come in, undress, lie naked on my couch... and wait for me.

There was nothing more to say.

Victor Varenzo knows how to obey.

That evening, as planned, he entered. Naked. He lay down, obedient, on my couch.

I arrived later.

Wearing nothing but a bl*ck lace thong that revealed the softness of my pale skin and, through the delicate transparency, the subtle line of my slit. My matching bra hugged my curves perfectly. My loose blonde hair fell over my chest as I knelt down between his legs. Barefoot. Silent. Precise.

I didn't say a word. I simply extended my hands.

My green, perfectly shaped nails brushed against his c*ck barely a touch, like a suspended caress. I watched him tense, shiver, hold his breath. He was already too aroused.

So I continued.

I stimulated him slowly, methodically, eyes locked on his. Then I leaned in slightly, and without warning, let a thin string of warm saliva drip from my lips directly onto his c*ck. He jolted. I spread it carefully with my fingers, gliding from base to tip, making it clear he was no longer in control.

The minutes p*ssed. I played him like an instrument.

He was close too close.

He asked for a break.

He wanted to hold on, delay the inevitable.

But the pause came at a price.

As he caught his breath, his erection slowly softened. And my saliva... dried.

I said nothing. I stood up, walked over to a small bottle on the table, and poured a generous amount of lubricant into my palms. I rubbed my hands together slowly, then returned to kneel before him.

My eyes never left his.

My slick hands resumed their dance.

And then, he couldn't take it anymore.

His body tensed, his legs trembled, his breath became ragged.

He cr*cked.

He came in my hands, violently, uncontrollably, in a mix of relief, surrender, and deep gratitude.

And I... smiled.

I let his c*m slide between my fingers hot, thick, and offered.

Then I spread it slowly over my hands, massaging it in like a rare cream.

I savored every motion, every texture.

His pleasure had become my ritual.

And my green-polished fingers still glistened with the warmth he left behind.

-See, Victor... even your naked waiting is part of my game.

Mlle Opheline

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