Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number (NSFW version)

          ;⚜—ℒ⊱

          Rosalind is, in a word, sublime.  Her freckled cheeks are lit
          aflame like a rose in the glory of the midday sun, and even
          with her employer’s fingers locked between her swollen
          lips, she still somehow manages to maintain an air of dig-
          nity about herself.  She’s funny like that; she can partake in
          the most disgraceful actions and still command respect.

          The swirl of her tongue whispers a promise of what’s to
          come, generous and hot along each calloused fingertip,
          each knuckle, down to the very base of Andrew’s fingers.
          Rosalind has no qualms with looking up and making eye
          contact with the man before her, pausing her actions to
          smirk around the digits which threaten to slide down her
          open throat.  She looks beautiful like this, debauched and
          diligent, and one can’t help but wonder how such a power-
          ful woman ended up on her knees for one Mr. Andrew Ryan.

          There’s a satisfied pop as she pulls her head away, wiping
          delicately at her mouth with the back of one petite, pale hand.

                          “ Shall we move to something a
                             bit more… satisfying, Mr. Ryan?“