AryLie Drabbles (and Short O/Ss)

PHOBIA - PART 4

(Warning .... Mature Scenes Ahead ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️)

Imlie dragged Her hands painstakingly slow down His cut eye-brow, moving through His cheeks, down his neck and the abs, lighting a fire on Aryan, who held His breath, as She slowly kneeled down and unbuckled His belt and zip, and pulled down His boxers.

She hovered Her mouth over His core than sprang free, and looked up at Aryan, and blew a warm breath on it.

Aryan felt like He would combust any moment.

Imlie felt Him in Her palms - thick, veiny and dark, with a bulbous crown, and at its base where what looked like 2 cherries.

Imlie licked her lips as She captured His core in Her mouth with the spirit of a conqueror, and let Her tongue play with it, as Her hands explored it from the tip to to the base, occassionally squeezing the member and the balls while caressing.

She looked up to see His face.

Aryan felt like he was seeing the entire milky way galaxy in broad daylight - for months, he had kicked Himself when any lustful thought about His Imlie had crossed His mind.

Sure, He had all feelings ranging from the most platonic to the most erotic regarding Her. This was the One Woman who He had fallen in Love with.

At times, it was not easy to withdraw from just grabbing Her and make Her squirm in pleasure, to His Heart's content - but He had always Dutifully shushed His needs over Her comfort.

But this .... Never in His wildest dreams had He imagined His Spouse being so good to Him !

In broad daylight !

In their own Office !

This Little Devil !

A moan in the form of Her Name was struggling to break free from His throat, as her sweet mouth on Him was fogging His Brain.

"Im... Imlie ...."

As Her ears registered the sweet sound of Her Name from Him, Imlie went to town with it in full confidence as She determinedly ignored the gag reflex and prided herself at His undoing in Her hands, her tongue playing with the slit at His tip in Her mouth, relishing the salty addictive taste.

She then alternated between stroking His core and balls and alternately taking both into Her mouth. Then, She felt Her Aryan thrusting into Her mouth and pulsating inside.

She felt like a Queen, as She had Him on the edge.

Aryan was worried for a fraction of a moment as He felt this would be too much for Her. However His worries were put to rest, as Imlie firmly held Him in place, as He emptied himself into Her with a loud groan of Her Name.

Imlie reached into His pocket and took out His handkerchief and wiped Her mouth and face and smirked victoriously at Him, as Aryan doubled over and sank into the sofa, taking deep deep breaths to stabilise Himself.

He felt as if the little Devil had sucked out His very soul.

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(To Be Continued....)