"Remember, Anel, this is a lesson," Tomala Papa sternly reminds as Anel's hands eagerly unbuckle his belt. Her heart races, her pussy throbbing with an unfamiliar ache as she frees his cock, already hard and ready. She looks up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. "Yes, Papa," she whispers, her voice barely audible. She leans in, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum glistening on the tip. She takes him into her mouth, her inexperience making her clumsy, but her enthusiasm more than makes up for it. She bobs her head, taking him deeper each time, her hands cupping his balls, squeezing gently.