"Don't go too high. Don't touch my c**t!"
Amy was in the process of entering the grooves at the shaft of the c******s, and stopped her lingual pursuit at the last moment. It was so unbearably hard to resist, but the steeliness in that exceptionally deep voice left no doubt as to what was demanded. So she was left to continue letting her tongue slide up and down the way she had started it off. No twirling or playing around, just long firm strokes from the bottom of the cleft up to the urethra; steady, obediently and committed.
The total domination exuded by this lady was possibly stronger than that of her own lovely boss - which really meant something - and Amy felt her body tremble in sheer bliss as she put her full focus on following her instructions to the letter. The taste of her juic
