She beckons me forward with a curl of her finger as the other reaches around to unclasp her bra. When was the last time I came when called? Like a f*****g dog?
And yet, I find myself walking to the sofa.
I cup one of her breasts, squeezing as my erection throbs hungrily. She plants a hand on my chest and shoves me down onto the sofa.
When she’s satisfied that I’m seated where she wants me, she slides the panties down her slim thighs and then she’s straddling me, her hands on my shoulders, her breasts bouncing inches from my mouth.
There’s no time for me to take charge because she does it first. She grabs my c**k, aligns it with her wet slit, and slides down my length, swallowing me into her inner depths.
I see the pinpricks of light again.
I hear that rush of my own blood.
Goddammit
