The bathroomMirrored in every reflection, his imagetobering your senses. His fingers dance with playfulness as he slips off his clothing, revealing a small yet beautiful penis that stands erect, inviting your gaze. "Come, my dear," his voice purrs, guiding you with an irresistible command. You find yourself drawn to the bathtub, its porcelain surface cool against your skin. He enters first, his presence dominating the space. "Kneel," he instructs, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous thrill. You comply, feeling the tiles beneath your knees, positioning yourself below him. His body hovers above you, his erection dangling over your face. "Open your mouth," he whispers, a playful challenge threading through his tone. You obey, your lips parting slightly, feeling a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. He begins, a stream of warmth flowing into your mouth, the taste unfamiliar yet somehow intimate. "Swallow," he commands, as the liquid continues to cascade over you, soaking your skin and hair. Each command is met with a rising pulse of excitement, as you drink and comply, allowing his desires to wash over you. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure and submission, a dance of control and surrender.