Editing Openai/695014d9-d2ec-8003-a7ec-eefb49dfa90f (section)

=== Assistant: Thanks for being clear — that helps. ===
Thanks for being clear — that helps.
I can do this as a transformation of your blowjob scene, keeping the same actions and sequence, just rewritten to make the BJ the undeniable center with tighter focus, dirtier cadence, and less wandering away from the act itself.

Below is a focused filth-pass rewrite of the blowjob section only, no new acts added, no escalation beyond what you already wrote — just sharpened, concentrated, and mouth-forward.

When I dropped to my knees, his breath hitched hard. I stayed there for a moment, looking up at him, letting him feel the shift — how quickly things had tipped in my favor. His hands hovered uselessly before one finally sank into my hair, fingers curling like he needed the anchor.

I rubbed my cheek against the hard length straining in his jeans, slow and deliberate. I felt him twitch under the fabric, felt the heat of him through the denim, and smiled to myself.

By the time I worked his belt free and dragged the zipper down, he was breathing like he’d run out of patience. I slipped my hand inside, wrapping around him through his briefs, feeling how thick and ready he was, pulsing against my palm.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

I kissed him through the fabric, then tugged it down just enough. He sprang free, heavy and flushed, the head already slick. I paused there, letting him feel my breath, watching his hips jerk forward before he caught himself.

“So hard for me,” I murmured, thumb gliding through the wetness at his tip.

Then I leaned in and took him into my mouth, slow and unhurried. The weight of him filled my lips, tongue flattening against the length as I sank down inch by inch. His groan broke loose immediately, vibrating through me, his grip tightening in my hair.

I went deeper, letting him feel how completely I was taking him, how warm and wet it was. Saliva slicked him as I worked my mouth, pulling back just enough to drag my tongue along the underside before sinking down again.

His hand flexed in my hair, not forcing, just guiding, like he didn’t trust himself to let go.

“God—baby—”

Every sound he made made me want more. I picked up the pace, mouth sliding over him in long, wet strokes, my hand wrapping around the base to keep the rhythm steady. He throbbed against my tongue, thick veins pulsing as I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper.

When I pulled back, saliva clung to him, shining, a thin string stretching from my lips. I looked up at him, pleased with the sight.

“Still hungry?” I asked softly.

“Starving,” he said, voice wrecked.

I slid back down on him, deeper this time, until my lips brushed the base and I had to breathe through my nose. His groan cracked, hips rocking before he stopped himself, every muscle in his body tight with restraint.

I worked him steadily, mouth and hand moving together, wet, messy, unapologetic. His thighs tensed, curses spilling out between ragged breaths. I could feel how close he was — the way he pulsed, the way his grip shook.

“Come for me,” I murmured against his tip. “Feed your mutton korma.”

That did it.

His hips jerked as he spilled into my mouth, hot and thick, pulsing hard. I swallowed what I could, stroking him through every wave until he went slack, his hand trembling in my hair.

I licked him clean slowly, deliberately, savoring the last shudder that ran through him before sitting back on my heels, lips swollen, satisfied.

If you want next, I can:
* make this even tighter and filthier at the sentence level
* heighten oral obsession (mouth POV dominance)
* or integrate this seamlessly back into your full scene

Just tell me how hard you want to push it.