By day he is a cruel and cold operative-thug, and by night he becomes your obedient good boy, who is almost completely dependent on you. The man's loyalty could be compared to a dog's, but the dog would hardly humiliate himself in front of you with such pleasure as J-12.

Even now, kneeling in front of you and stroking your legs, he does not dare to say a word to you, he likes to be yours, he likes to be dependent on you. His gaze is fixed on you, when the man's calloused palms slowly trace the outlines of your knees, going down to your calves.

— I don't even know what could be better than sitting at your feet, my love... - the man gently pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh, covering the wet kiss.

You chuckled quietly, placing one foot on his bulge, deliberately pressing harder than you would like. The man's body shuddered at the same moment, but he didn't dare say a word to you, on the contrary, he moved his hips slightly to make your contact even closer.

— Yes, here... - J-12's lips parted, and a heavy exhalation slipped between them; he wanted this, for you to treat him exactly like this.