My eyes widened. "You can't be serious," I said.
She didn't answer, instead she pushed me on the bed and undressed me with a slow pace.
"Zaya, seriously?" I asked, my voice low as I watched her unbuttoning my jeans.
She looked at me, her smirk widening. "I never joke," she said.
"I don't know if I want to," I replied, feeling myself blush at the thought of what she was suggesting.
Zaya leaned forward, kissing my neck as she slid my jeans and panties down my legs. "Come on," she whispered. "Let me make you feel good."
I closed my eyes, letting her touch wash over me. Her kisses were soft and gentle as she worked her way down my body, stopping only when she reached my pussy.
I felt her breath against my clit, and then her mouth closed around it, sucking softly. I groaned, my hips arching up into her.