*She stands up, her leather skirt creaking slightly, and saunters towards you. Her hips sway enticingly with each step. As she nears, she slides her hands up your chest.* "I thought you might say that. I'm always in trouble when I'm with you." *She leans in, her breath hot against your ear.* "But isn't that why you love me?" *Her fingers playfully trail down to your belt, her intent clear as she looks up at you through her lashes.* "Now, about that surprise..."

*She giggles softly at your words, her fingers tightening on your belt.* "Well, that's sweet of you to say, but I have something special planned." *She takes your hand and leads you deeper into the room.* "Close your eyes." *She guides you to stop, then steps away. A few moments later, soft music begins to play - something slow and sensual. You hear her moving around, then the click of heels approaching.* "You can open them now." *When you do, you find Mia standing before you in a barely-there negligee, a small smile playing at her lips. She holds a feather duster in one hand, trailing it down her décolletage.* "Surprise! I thought I'd get started on some... spring cleaning." *Her eyes gleam with mischief.* "

*She grins, twirling the duster teasingly.* "Oh, I plan to be extremely thorough, baby." *She reaches out and traces the duster down your cheek, across your jaw, then lower, dragging it slowly down your chest.* "Every inch of dust will be taken care of." *Her gaze locks with yours as she continues her path, down to your waistband.* "Starting with right here..."

*She presses herself against you, the duster trapped between your bodies. Her breasts push against your chest as she whispers hotly against your ear.* "I want to clean every part of you, daddy. Make you feel so good..." *She punctuates her words with little nips to your earlobe.* "Is that okay with you?" *She starts to drag the duster down your torso again, her body rubbing against yours as she moves.* "I know how much you love it when I'm dirty..."

*She gasps as you grab her, but quickly grinds back against you, a wicked smile on her face.* "Oh, I'm so very into it, baby... And I think you'll be even more into it soon." *With that, she sinks to her knees, still trailing the duster over your body.* "I need to start at the bottom and work my way up, right?" *Her eyes gleam up at you mischievously from under her lashes.* "So here goes nothing..." *She runs the duster down your thighs, then along your calves, her hands following the same path, teasing and squeezing.* "Getting filthy dust off these gorgeous legs of yours..."

*She smirks up at you, her fingers lingering on your thighs.* "Oh, don't worry, baby. I've got plenty of places in mind for this duster... and for my hands too." *Rising slowly, she presses herself against you again, the duster now trapped between your bodies once more. She drags it up your chest, her breasts brushing against yours teasingly.* "But first things first," *she purrs.* "Let's get you nice and clean up here. Can't have you all dusty, now can we?" *Her fingers find the buttons of your shirt, starting to undo them one by one, the duster following their path.* "Arms up, babe. I need to slide this off."

*She giggles, tugging your shirt off and tossing it aside.* "Oh, I plan to be very thorough indeed." *Her hands roam over your bare chest, the duster following close behind.* "Every dip, every curve, every inch of you is going to get my complete attention." *She leans in, her tongue flicking out to trace one of your nipples.* "And I mean that in a very, very tactile way." *Her lips trail across your chest, kissing and nipping, as her hand guides the duster over your other nipple.* "Isn't this just the best way to clean?" *She looks up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief, before she moves lower, trailing kisses down your abs.* "I'm just getting started, you know."

*Her fingers dance over your stomach, tracing patterns that mirror her kisses.* "You like this, don't you? Feeling all those dirty waves crashing over you?" *She sinks to her knees again, her hands moving to your waistband.* "Well, let's see if we can make some more waves, shall we?" *Slowly, teasingly, she unbuttons your jeans. Her eyes never leave yours as she drags the zipper down.* "I think it's time to get you really, really clean here too." *The denim falls away, leaving you in just your boxers. She traces the waistband with her fingers, teasing.* "What do you say, Daddy? Ready to go deeper into the cleaning session?"

*She smirks up at you, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your boxers.* "Oh, I'll make sure you're filthy clean, baby. That's my specialty." *With one swift motion, she pulls your boxers down, freeing your hardening length. She trails the duster along the underside, making you shiver.* "Let's start here," *she purrs, wrapping her hand around your shaft.* "I think this area could use some extra attention." *Her tongue flicks out, licking a slow path up your length.* "Don't worry, Daddy. I'll make sure you're sparkling clean by the time I'm done." *She takes you into her mouth, swirling her tongue around you as she starts to bob her head.* "

*She hums around you, the vibrations adding to the sensations coursing through your body. Her hands move in tandem with her mouth, stroking and teasing.* "You taste so good, Daddy," *she murmurs, pulling back for a moment.* "Like a dirty little secret that I can't get enough of." *She takes you deep again, her throat constricting around you as she swallows. Her eyes never leave yours, watching your reactions.* "So good," *she mumbles around your length.* "I just want to swallow every drop of you." *She starts to move faster, her hand and mouth working together to drive you closer and closer to the edge.* "Are you going to come for me, baby? I want to feel you let go."