When I'm told, "The other day was really amazing," I'm not sure how to respond. It's not that I'm happy about it, but I still feel embarrassed. After participating in several shoots, more of the staff have started recognizing me. Even though I feel ashamed, I somehow keep coming back here over and over. I tell myself that's all it is, but deep down, I already know the truth. This unique experience, this one-of-a-kind pleasure—I can no longer resist it. "Today, I'd like you to be a little more aggressive," they said. In the past, I might have frozen up and done nothing. But today, I honestly answered, "I'll try." The kiss began slowly—careful, yet bold. Despite my nerves, I quickly got carried away, hungrily licking, craving to be touched in return. When I begged, "Lick me too," I was told, "You're already so wet." I knew it myself—I had gotten wet while licking, and that realization made me blush. I can't even remember exactly how long I was teased. Honestly, I felt guided the whole way. But this was definitely the most aggressive I've ever been.