"Mmmm, let's see" she closed her eyes, still touching herself. "I'm sitting on your lap, riding up and down on your cock." Her voice was so seductive. "It's such a nice, hard c**k. You've got your hands on my hips, grabbing them tight, your mouth on my breasts. I've got my arms wrapped around your neck..." She trailed off, momentarily lost in her fantasizing.
I hung on her every word. And when she stopped talking, I took the opportunity to reach for some massage oil from the cart. Abby opened her eyes as she heard the sound of the oil squirting into my palm. Her eyes went wide, as if she'd just had an idea. She reached for the other bottle of oil on the cart. But instead of squirting a small amount of it onto her hand, as I had done, she slowly unscrewed the cap. Then, flashing a devilish
