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“Pretty much.”

“I do.”

“Well,” she says, reaching for my pajama pants. “I’d say it’s totally worth it.”

I lift my hips as she tugs my pants down. My dick springs free from the fabric and as soon as the pants are tossed aside, Polly returns to look at me. This time, she’s not admiring my abs or stroking my face.

This time, she’s eyeing my cock.

I haven’t had a woman look at my dick like that ever. Not in my entire life. When I’ve been with women before, they’ve always just sort of touched it as needed. They’ve never craved it. The way Polly is eyeing me makes me feel like she’s anxious and excited and like she really, really wants me.

She looks like she desperately needs me.

She looks like she’s ready to play with me.

“I want to taste you,” she says.

“I’m quite delicious,” I tell her.

She laughs. “Is that right?”

I nod.

“Okay, let’s see.”

She lowers her head and carefully licks the end of my cock. She’s very gentle, and very demure, and she hardly touches me at all as she swipes her tongue over the head of my penis.

“Hmm,” she says. “Flavorful. Sweet.” Then she looks up at me. “But I’m going to need another taste.”

This time, she slides my cock down her throat and tastes the entire thing. She takes me almost to the hilt, and then she swallows, and I almost lose it right then.

Who is this goddess?

How have I gotten so lucky to have her in my home?

She plays with my cock, sucking and licking it. While she does, her hands are constantly moving. She rubs them up and down my thighs, but then she touches her own breasts over the thin fabric of her shirt. She slides a hand between her own legs and while she’s sucking on me, she strokes herself.

It’s so damn hot.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” I murmur.

She just laughs and looks up at me.

“That might be true, but every good goddess demands a tribute,” she says.

“Is that so?”

She nods again, smiling gently, like she’s anxious to see what I’m going to say.

A tribute, huh?

I can give her a fucking tribute.

I can give her anything she wants.

Anything at all.

If she’ll just.


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