Sedusa

I'm braiding my lover's hair. My braids are tight, ornate. They tug at her scalp a little, but she likes the tightness, the restriction of her locks. As I glance in the mirror, I notice that her silk halter has slipped low, so low that it finally falls in her lap. Her beautiful breasts are exposed as I finish braiding her hair. She turns the chair and looks up at me with wanton eyes. She gently unzips my pants and pulls me out. I am engulfed in her warm moist mouth. I'm not finished braiding so I end up holding two of her braids as she rhythmically slides me between her tongue and cheeks as she stares intently into my eyes. There are no sounds besides our increasingly heavy breathing. I am frozen in the moment as I close my eyes and rest my head on the vanity mirror behind me.