bustybabe12315
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Please try to post more than a sentance or two, I understand it won't happen everytime, especially for things where an immediate reaction is required, but please try. Thank you. 
My hands on your thighs pushing them gently apart as I bob up and down, impaling myself on your cock. I slide off it with and audible pop as my lips come off. My hand moves onto the shaft, slowly jacking you as I nuzzle under you, taking your tender sack into my mouth, letting your nut bathe in my warm pool of saliva before gently clamping my lips to form a tight seal as I suck and gently stretch it downward, my hand continuing to spread my spit over your shaft. My warm, wet mouth engulfing the head of your cock. My mouth gently slurping to pull my pooling saliva back in my mouth, a soft “hmm” emanating from my mouth due to your teasing hands caressing my chest; it causes my tongue and lips to vibrate on the tender underside of your shaft. Cooing as I work to please your sensitive member. Your big dick filling my mouth; my tongue dancing with it and swirling around it, tasting its essence. My mouth moving up and down the shaft till my lips reach the very base, you filling all of my mouth and the tip penetrating my throat. Your hips thrusting, cock probing in and out, cutting my ability to breath as it pokes to its deepest depths. Your hands hold me down deep on your throbbing cock; gagging, struggling for breath I continue to suck. You become merciless; holding me down as my world starts to blacken. At the last moment your pressure lessens and I come back up for a gasp of breath, mere moments later I feel the thrust of your hips, your hands gripping my hair and forcing me deep on you again. Your laugher booming, filling the room with your zealousness at having complete control over me. Saliva spills from my mouth at your thrusts fill my throat with your hard cock. My spit drips down, coating your shaft and dripping across your balls. You hold me down tight to your crotch, your dick filling my mouth and airway. I panic, tears filling my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as my tongue works to satisfy your growing desire.
Hearing her at the door, you look up…
She gasps, drops her packages, her eyes narrow, cold and glaring at me. Silence for a moment, then the click click click of her heels as show moves swiftly and elegantly across the floor until she is directly behind me, grasping my hair. I heard her walking, approaching me, but my lips never left your cock, fearing the punishment if they did. Grasping at me she pulls my lips from you, tilting my head back until I’m looking up into here steely blue eyes and she says…
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
I shiver from her touch, her cold steely blue eyes peering right through me. She is dressed very prim and proper, playing the part of a real lady. A long flowing skirt covers her legs, a blouse, very plain with no frills her top. He has her hair up in an elegant due. Her expression is very dark and ominous.
She places her hand tenderly on your cheek and then runs it through your hair, watching the expression of your eyes and asks, “Does this little whore suck you good? Does she beg for your cum like a good little slut?”
Your eyes stare back at her, a flicker of outrage that she would talk to you like this. I know, I can see it, my eyes glued to your face, looking up as your cock fills my mouth. Your lips quiver, is that outrage or fear I wonder. For the first time since I’ve met you I wonder if you a really are as dominate as you seem, or if she is the one who wears the pants around here. My mouth travels up and down your shaft, my thick lips leaving a glistening trail of spit. Should I stop?
Her hand rears back and slaps you firmly across the face. "After all I've done for you, all our time together... I come home to this, ...., this little slut. Tsk. Tsk." Her hand now pushes you back into the chair, it's clear that she is the one giving orders now. She looks straight at me, grasps my hair again, and says, "off now." in a strong, elegant voice.
My eyes go from her to you and back to her. Confusion fills my mind. Who is this women, should I listen to her? It seems for the time being as if I have no choice. My mouth withdraws from your dick, a soft pop as the tip springs free from the grasp of my lips. Her hand now flows through my hair, soft and sweet, but her eyes tell another story. She is evaluating me, weighing me in her mind. I can feel it, my cheeks flush red at the thought. What does she think of me, of my body, of my being?
It doesn’t take long for me to find out as she utters “not much of a looker is she.” as she pushes me down towards the floor and then she looks at you. “Oh course what should I expect from a man with a worthless little cock like yours.” She proceeds to walk to the wood stool and sits down on it. She looks very elegant and regale sitting as if she owns the place.
My hands on your thighs pushing them gently apart as I bob up and down, impaling myself on your cock. I slide off it with and audible pop as my lips come off. My hand moves onto the shaft, slowly jacking you as I nuzzle under you, taking your tender sack into my mouth, letting your nut bathe in my warm pool of saliva before gently clamping my lips to form a tight seal as I suck and gently stretch it downward, my hand continuing to spread my spit over your shaft. My warm, wet mouth engulfing the head of your cock. My mouth gently slurping to pull my pooling saliva back in my mouth, a soft “hmm” emanating from my mouth due to your teasing hands caressing my chest; it causes my tongue and lips to vibrate on the tender underside of your shaft. Cooing as I work to please your sensitive member. Your big dick filling my mouth; my tongue dancing with it and swirling around it, tasting its essence. My mouth moving up and down the shaft till my lips reach the very base, you filling all of my mouth and the tip penetrating my throat. Your hips thrusting, cock probing in and out, cutting my ability to breath as it pokes to its deepest depths. Your hands hold me down deep on your throbbing cock; gagging, struggling for breath I continue to suck. You become merciless; holding me down as my world starts to blacken. At the last moment your pressure lessens and I come back up for a gasp of breath, mere moments later I feel the thrust of your hips, your hands gripping my hair and forcing me deep on you again. Your laugher booming, filling the room with your zealousness at having complete control over me. Saliva spills from my mouth at your thrusts fill my throat with your hard cock. My spit drips down, coating your shaft and dripping across your balls. You hold me down tight to your crotch, your dick filling my mouth and airway. I panic, tears filling my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as my tongue works to satisfy your growing desire.
Hearing her at the door, you look up…
She gasps, drops her packages, her eyes narrow, cold and glaring at me. Silence for a moment, then the click click click of her heels as show moves swiftly and elegantly across the floor until she is directly behind me, grasping my hair. I heard her walking, approaching me, but my lips never left your cock, fearing the punishment if they did. Grasping at me she pulls my lips from you, tilting my head back until I’m looking up into here steely blue eyes and she says…
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
I shiver from her touch, her cold steely blue eyes peering right through me. She is dressed very prim and proper, playing the part of a real lady. A long flowing skirt covers her legs, a blouse, very plain with no frills her top. He has her hair up in an elegant due. Her expression is very dark and ominous.
She places her hand tenderly on your cheek and then runs it through your hair, watching the expression of your eyes and asks, “Does this little whore suck you good? Does she beg for your cum like a good little slut?”
Your eyes stare back at her, a flicker of outrage that she would talk to you like this. I know, I can see it, my eyes glued to your face, looking up as your cock fills my mouth. Your lips quiver, is that outrage or fear I wonder. For the first time since I’ve met you I wonder if you a really are as dominate as you seem, or if she is the one who wears the pants around here. My mouth travels up and down your shaft, my thick lips leaving a glistening trail of spit. Should I stop?
Her hand rears back and slaps you firmly across the face. "After all I've done for you, all our time together... I come home to this, ...., this little slut. Tsk. Tsk." Her hand now pushes you back into the chair, it's clear that she is the one giving orders now. She looks straight at me, grasps my hair again, and says, "off now." in a strong, elegant voice.
My eyes go from her to you and back to her. Confusion fills my mind. Who is this women, should I listen to her? It seems for the time being as if I have no choice. My mouth withdraws from your dick, a soft pop as the tip springs free from the grasp of my lips. Her hand now flows through my hair, soft and sweet, but her eyes tell another story. She is evaluating me, weighing me in her mind. I can feel it, my cheeks flush red at the thought. What does she think of me, of my body, of my being?
It doesn’t take long for me to find out as she utters “not much of a looker is she.” as she pushes me down towards the floor and then she looks at you. “Oh course what should I expect from a man with a worthless little cock like yours.” She proceeds to walk to the wood stool and sits down on it. She looks very elegant and regale sitting as if she owns the place.
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