The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls. I could feel her eyes on me as I entered, a mix of curiosity and hunger in their depths. She wore nothing but a seductive smile, her tits jiggling gently with each step she took towards me. My cock, hard as steel, strained against my pants, demanding attention and release.
She approached me slowly, her fingers trailing across my chest like whispers of desire on the wind. The tip of her finger brushed against the head of my cock through the material of my trousers. A shiver ran down my spine at her touch, making me groan aloud. She smiled knowingly before unbuttoning my shirt, revealing the hard, chiseled planes of my torso. Her fingers lingered over each muscle, mapping them as if they were secret maps to a hidden treasure.
As she pulled down my pants, exposing my throbbing erection, I could feel her eyes on me. The way she licked her lips, the hunger in her gaze - it was intoxicating. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, pumping it slowly as she gazed up at me with adoration in her eyes.
"Please," she murmured, "I need to taste you."
With that, she sank down onto her knees before me, taking my length into her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue danced around the tip of my cock, teasing and tantalizing me as she worked my shaft with skilled hands and lips. I moaned aloud, my hips involuntarily thrusting towards her as the sensations built within me.
She knew exactly what to do, how to make me feel alive in ways that no one else ever had. She sucked and licked, nibbling gently on the head before swallowing me whole again. Her tongue darted out to flick against my balls, sending shivers of pleasure up through my body until they settled in the pit of my stomach.
I reached down to touch her hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingers as I guided her movements. She hummed softly in approval, matching my rhythm with ease. My eyes rolled back in my head as she took me deeper, her throat muscles tightening around me in a way that was almost painful but oh-so-pleasurable.
As the intensity grew, so did her enthusiasm. Her hands moved to my ass, gripping and kneading as if trying to draw even more pleasure from this taboo act. She squeezed harder, pushing me further into her mouth until I could feel her gag reflex activating around me. Yet still, she didn't stop - only redoubled her efforts.
Suddenly, without warning, I came hard, my hips bucking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. She swallowed every drop, never breaking eye contact with me even as the last spasms subsided.
Exhausted but fulfilled, we collapsed onto the bed together, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. As we lay there, catching our breaths, I couldn't help but wonder what other unusual pleasures this woman held within her repertoire. The Peculiar Pleasures of POV, indeed.