Viola’s First Blowjob: Kneeling for Kemal’s Bulge

The sensation of his bulge pressing against my lips, the taste of his skin, it’s all so vivid. I remember the moment I first saw Kemal’s cock, hard and ready, straining against his slacks. It was like a magnet, pulling me down to my knees. I couldn’t resist. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, controlling me. I took him in my mouth, feeling his thickness, his heat. It was a moment of pure, raw submission. I was his, completely, utterly his. And I loved every second of it.

Kneeling for the Bull

The tension in the room was electric. I could feel it in my bones, the anticipation, the hunger. Kemal’s eyes were on me, dark and intense, as I knelt before him. I knew what he wanted, what I wanted. My hands trembled as I reached for his belt, undoing it with a mix of eagerness and fear. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I took him in my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I was lost in the moment, lost in him. His groans, his hands, his control over me, it was all I needed. I was his slut, his whore, and I was loving every minute of it.

The Emotional Weight of Submission

Later, as I lay in bed, my body aching from the intensity, I couldn’t help but think about the emotional weight of what had just happened. I had given myself to Kemal, completely, and it was liberating. The way he used me, the way he took control, it was everything I had ever wanted. I was his hotwife, his property, and I was proud of it. The first time is always special, and this was no exception. It was a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I knew it was just the beginning of many more to come. With Kemal, I was free to be who I truly was, a slut for his cock, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.