In the dimly lit, opulent room, a debonair gentleman, dressed in a crisp suit, takes his seat on a velvet chaise. His eyes locked onto the throbbing cock before him, he leans in, his breath warm and inviting. With a gentle, yet confident touch, he grasps the shaft, feeling its pulsating heat. He begins at the base, his tongue tracing the veins, tasting the pre-cum that beads at the tip. His lips part, slowly engulfing the head, his wet, skilled mouth sliding down, taking more of the hard length with each pass. He moans in pleasure, the vibration resonating through the cock, driving the other man wild.