Tracy couldn't believe he was being so forward and so vulgar. No one had ever done this to her before. Even during her blow job session with Harry and his friends yesterday, no one did this to her. She wanted to get up, slap his face and run out of the room, and she would have, if she wasn't so afraid of him.
Wallace was no longer concerned with convincing Tracy to have s*x with him, he was getting off on what he was doing with his c**k.
He continued holding his c**k at its base and rubbing it over her cheeks. He now wiped it across her full, pouty lips. Separating them slightly, keeping the motions light and avoiding any forceful effort to penetrate her mouth. He could feel his heart pulse through veins of his p***s onto his hand. He lifted it away from her beautiful face and tapped it
