Most of you know one of my favorite kinks is tease and denial/orgasm control/directed masturbation. There’s nothing more fun than hearing a man – pleading to come.
I love to show you just what you’re missing
I straddle you in your chair, throw my bare legs over your thighs and around your hips. The satin black dress slides against the fabric of your pants. I press my hips down and forward, a quick thrust into your swelling cock.
My fingers brush the skin at the back of your neck and as I trace my long finge nails across your neck to rub your scalp right there at the back of your skull. Your head tilts back you can’t help yourself.
That’s when I lean in to kiss along your jawline… slow hungry pasionte kisses of soft lips and hot breath with just the hint of tongue. I take my time devouring you…. One soft lick on your earlobe and I whisper:
“Touch my breasts… squeeze them through the black sexy satin dress. I want to feel your hands rub across my nipples as I kiss you.”
My little black panties are thin and I’m going to make sure you feel my sweet pussy lips, as I rub my slit against the bulge in your pants, pressing your cockhead right into the wettest spot. I grind my hips in a circle, I flash you a teasing wicked smile.
“No hands, now. Keep them at your sides.”
I use my right hand to grip the back of the chair and hold myself steady… conveniently pressing my breasts right into your face. My left hand slides the dress down my chest.
Your hand reaches up to touch my soft breasts I just exposed. But My black bra stays on…I’m holding out on you. You’re not going to see my nipples pressing against the satin raw and pink to your hungry mouth. no no not just yet…
“I’d love it if you sucked these right now… Do you want to feel my nipples harden against your tongue?”
I move my fingers over the bare tops of my breasts, down the center line of my cleavage. “I’d like your cock… right… here. I can feel how hard you are.”
“Too bad you have to go to work.”
I slide off your lap. pulling the little black dress down to cover my bare thighs. It had ridden up around my waist at some point while I was dancing on your cock.
I lean in to you and whisper. “Maybe later.”
Paris
