Maya Takes Control Something's Changed: A Transformation Story chapter 7 by deleted_user

Maya’s hand slid down, covering yours against your slick folds. Her touch was firm but teasing, dragging your fingers in slow, deliberate circles.

“God, you’re soaked,” she whispered. “Guess the machine did its job.”

You whimpered, half in embarrassment, half in raw need. She guided your pace, coaxing your hips to rock into her rhythm.

Then her other hand tugged your shirt up. Your breasts spilled free, nipples hard and aching. Maya grinned. “Mmm. Perfect.”

Her mouth was on you a heartbeat later—hot, wet, sucking at your nipple until you cried out. Your legs shook, pleasure surging.

“You like that?” she asked between licks.

“Yes,” you gasped. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

She knelt, dragging your pants down in one smooth motion. Her eyes locked on your glistening folds, and she smirked. “Guess I’m having lunch early.”

Her tongue was relentless—lapping, circling, thrusting inside you. You clutched the counter, moaning, your hips bucking helplessly.

When release hit, it was devastating. You screamed her name, thighs clamping around her head as waves crashed over you. She didn’t stop until you were trembling, boneless, slumped against the sink.

Maya rose, licking her lips. “See? You’re not alone in this, boss.”

You could only pant, half-laughing, half-dazed.