In a dimly lit room, a masked angel awaits, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The tongue master enters, his boots clicking on the cold floor, a promise of domination in his stride. He towers over her, his voice a low growl, "On your knees, angel." She complies, her breath hitching as he unzips, revealing his throbbing cock. She tentatively licks, tasting the pre-cum, before taking him whole, gagging slightly. He grasps her hair, guiding her, his boots rubbing against her cheeks. She's a good student, her tongue swirling, her lips tight, her wet cunt aching for more.