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His lips twitch. "Your talent. Which talent would that be? Because I think ya got lots of talents, princess, starting with that mouth of yours."
I wag my finger at him. "Not that kind of talent. Now, drop your pants."
He gapes at me, acting innocent. "Drop my pants? Why, Mrs. O'Connor?"
"Just drop your pants," I repeat.
He stands up, unbuckles his belt, unfastens his slacks, and shoves them to the floor. He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants, questioning, "Now what?"
"Underwear too," I tell him.
He slowly slides them down to his ankles. "Okay, time for you to come here now." He curls his finger at me.
I shake my head. "Nope. Sit down."
"You can crawl to me if ya want," he teases but obeys and returns to his position, where he's spread out on the couch.
"Perfect. Now, don't move." I start to draw his dick.
"Are ya drawing my cock?" he questions.
I glance up. "Well, yes. Ya said ya wanted a picture of it."
"No, Killian said he wanted a picture of his."
"I thought that ya said ya wanted one too."
"Did I?" he questions.
I shrug. "I don't know, but you're getting one, so stay still. I can't have my subjects moving."
He chuckles. "Are ya seriously drawing my dick right now?"
"Yea."
"Well, if you're going to draw my dick, ya need the best version of it." He plays with himself until his cock is hard and standing straight up.
I praise, "Very good. Now put your finger in your mouth and get it nice and wet."
He scrunches his eyebrows. "Why?"
"Just do it."
He sighs. "Okay." He wets his finger and holds it out. "Now what?"
I point to his cock. "Use it on yourself."
"Use it on myself?"
My cheeks flush. I don't know the terms for this stuff, but I say, "Yea, do whatever it is ya do."
He lowers his voice, asking, "Ya want me to sit here and play with myself while you're drawing my cock?"
I refrain from laughing, trying to keep a straight face and answer, "Yea. Do ya have a problem with that?"
"Whatever makes ya happy, Mrs. O'Connor." He does what I say, gripping his cock while staring at me. He moves his hand up and down his shaft and never takes his challenging stare off mine. "Is this what ya wanted, Mrs. O'Connor?"
"Yea," I answer and return to my drawing. I don't need him to be naked. I know exactly what his cock looks like, but this is more fun.
