Lace dress tease ends with my lips on his cock

I slipped into this sheer black lace dress and red heels just for him, the rose on my hat matching the fire in my eyes as I led him to the chair. My small tits press against the fabric, needy for his touch, but first, I want to own his cock. Seated with legs crossed, I reach out, my fingers wrapping tight around his throbbing shaft, feeling it pulse under my grip. The nude heat of him standing over me makes me wet, my lips parting in anticipation. His tip brushes my mouth, and I can't resist—I lean in, kissing it softly, then sucking the head while my hand strokes slow and firm. He groans above me, and I hum needily, my heels digging into the floor as I work him harder, owning every inch until he's begging to fill me.