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Elli broke the kiss and looked up into Sir's eyes, scanning left and right, one eye then the other. She smiled. Sir was a great kisser.
Although he was already pulling her tight into himself, she pressed her body harder into his, moulding herself to him though still looking up. Her hands were gripping his back low down, preventing him from escaping. Not that he'd have any trouble breaking away if he wanted to, he was so much bigger and stronger. She wasn't sure, but thought that she felt a nicely stiffening tube of manliness pressing into her belly. The fact that he made a joke told her that everything was now okay and her mind drifted momentarily to imagining being spanked in front of the Initiation Board.
“So am I still your little cock-slut, Sir, and apprentice cum-slut?”
Elli was completely turned on. Her vulnerability, followed by her rescue; his strong arms, masculine smell, his hard muscled body and oh-so-near cock hopefully full of fresh spunk; Elli's need was awake and hungry again.
She was still looking into his eyes, trying to see if he really wanted her. It was nice being special to him, but she wanted to be wanted. It was suddenly very important. Now that she knew she wasn't rejected, she needed more but didn't want to push things by asking and risking disappointment. Elli turned her face and pressed her cheek into his chest, hugging Sir, holding him, gripping as tight as she possibly could, trying to tell him she didn't want him to let her go, that she needed to be needed.
She then realised that she was acting like the clingy females that turn guys off. She was calm now, reassured even if she wasn't going to have everything she wanted. Not that she knew what she wanted, other than acceptance. Which she had, unless she'd just blown it.
Blown it. That reminded her. “I think I owe Sir a morning blow job?” She looked up again, at Sir's mouth this time, hoping for another of his amazing kisses.
Although he was already pulling her tight into himself, she pressed her body harder into his, moulding herself to him though still looking up. Her hands were gripping his back low down, preventing him from escaping. Not that he'd have any trouble breaking away if he wanted to, he was so much bigger and stronger. She wasn't sure, but thought that she felt a nicely stiffening tube of manliness pressing into her belly. The fact that he made a joke told her that everything was now okay and her mind drifted momentarily to imagining being spanked in front of the Initiation Board.
“So am I still your little cock-slut, Sir, and apprentice cum-slut?”
Elli was completely turned on. Her vulnerability, followed by her rescue; his strong arms, masculine smell, his hard muscled body and oh-so-near cock hopefully full of fresh spunk; Elli's need was awake and hungry again.
She was still looking into his eyes, trying to see if he really wanted her. It was nice being special to him, but she wanted to be wanted. It was suddenly very important. Now that she knew she wasn't rejected, she needed more but didn't want to push things by asking and risking disappointment. Elli turned her face and pressed her cheek into his chest, hugging Sir, holding him, gripping as tight as she possibly could, trying to tell him she didn't want him to let her go, that she needed to be needed.
She then realised that she was acting like the clingy females that turn guys off. She was calm now, reassured even if she wasn't going to have everything she wanted. Not that she knew what she wanted, other than acceptance. Which she had, unless she'd just blown it.
Blown it. That reminded her. “I think I owe Sir a morning blow job?” She looked up again, at Sir's mouth this time, hoping for another of his amazing kisses.