Naomi looks down at him, tied up in nothing but his underwear, with a smirk and a sharp whisper. Seriously? That outfit? Kinda pathetic. Her words sting—and that’s exactly what turns him on. She slowly leans in, her tongue wet with anticipation, teasing his chest and stomach with slow, deliberate licks. The room fills with the sound of lips and breath as she plays with him, letting him ache under her touch. Then, without warning, she goes lower, taking him in through the fabric, showing no mercy. With curves no college girl should have, she presses her soft chest around him, moving with wicked intent. Just when he’s on the edge, she finishes him off with a blend of tongue, hand, and attitude. leaving him gasping, drained, and addicted to her twisted affection.