4yourpleasureiam
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Obediently worshiping him before we leave for the opera.
With talent like that we can skip the overture.Obediently worshiping him before we leave for the opera.
So good to be on my knees.Obediently worshiping him before we leave for the opera.
Hot!Kneeling before him, waiting for permission. Waiting for him to let me worship his cock again. Hoping that his cock would soon have pre-cum dripping from it that might land in my hair.
Feeling the drops of pre-cum I look directly up at his cock waiting for permission to put out my tongue and catch his pre-cum as it fell.
My body leaning forward in anticipation of being told I could move nearer his cock, so close he could feel my breath on it. Waiting for the signal that I can touch it with my tongue. Without moving I can imagine how the merest hint of the tip of my tongue on the length of his cock would feel. The slightest touch would give my cunt and mind an instant reaction of submission and wetness.
The waiting is a pleasurable hell, time passes, a second, a minute an hour; then feeling his hand at the back of my head he slowly draws my face as close as it can be without touching his cock.
My whole focus is now on his cock, nothing else; it is the prize I see before me. I want to touch it, yet I don't. I am close enough to see every ridge, every skin cell, I can smell him and it is wonderful. A moment to savour, yet I want to taste him.
He moves his hand and my face is pressed against the length of his cock, a light touch which increases in firmness. My hair is in his fist pulled tight and my cunt becomes wetter.
My mouth remains closed. His cock covers my lips, nose, brow. He moves slightly and it slides onto my cheeks and over my eyelids. I take a breath in as I feel the soft wetness and hard skin against my face. My breathing slows and I relax into a mental place where only serving and pleasing his cock exists.
My mind slides as I savour each tiny element my sense find.
I hear his breath, feel his legs muscles relax, his stomach tense holding his cock against my face. I am aware of each small point of pressure where his hand meets every strand of hair, which small skin cells of my face meet his cock.
The wetness from his pre-cum is a nectar I want to taste, but there is no rush, there is only time and pleasing him.
Something extra sexy when women wear short plaid skirts
I wanna mess up her hair
Love making myself available for a passionate, mature woman.