Molly was tired of handsome taking control. She hated feeling the heat on her face, and suddenly she had to challenge herself as well as him. She needed to know how far she could go with this.
The man blinked at her, as she pushed his hands down to his sides. She gave him the “Don’t move” look people give small children in time out. He complied, although she did notice a twitch in his penis. It was straining for her attentions.
Ignoring it, she followed a drop of water down his chest, not with her eyes, or fingers, with her tongue. Now it was his turn to moan and shift. She stopped and stepped back not touching him. He immediately looked distraught, but did nothing to move. He was good at this game. He followed orders very well. A part of her noted this with pleasure.
A meaner part of her decided to raise the stakes. She walked around him, so that he could no longer see her. His head jerked a moment when she reached the edge of his vision as if he wanted to follow her with his eyes. Her hands touched his shoulders, and she felt the muscles ease. Even the relaxing of his muscles was seductive.
She felt the need to press her thighs together; soon she wouldn’t be able to control this game. She licked the nape of his neck, and nibbled just a bit. Testing the water still before returning to the front to devote her time to more interesting pieces.
He stood still like a statue, waiting for her to do something. Hoping it would involve more contact. His dick stuck out like solid marble, one eye unblinking from the red bulb of his head. It was damp, but not all of it was water she noted with pleasure.
Her tongue darted out, and she tasted this new liquid. She let the salty taste, and the slippery texture coat her taste buds. “Not bad,” she hadn’t meant to say it out loud, and it seemed to break the spell. Her statue god came alive, and moved, urging her to worship him once again.
She approved of his not touching her head. His hands fell to her shoulders to steady himself, and because gripping helped him keep from losing things too quickly. Molly pushed her tongue against the tip, refusing to take it into her mouth yet. She intended to, but not yet. Moving just her head forward and tilting to one side she left trails of saliva all along the sides of his penis.
“Please,” the one word sounded guttural, and so needy she had to look up. Blue eyes were gazing at her intently, silently begging her to take more, to do more.
Molly took just the tip in, her eyes following the man’s body up to see his face. She was kneeling in the grass, and there would be grass stains on her PJ’s, but this was so totally worth it. It was fun sucking on him, she liked his skin, and she liked how warm he was. She liked trying to fit every inch in her mouth.
The man stayed still for a bit longer, and then regretfully pushed her away. Molly let him, knowing as all girls do, that her turn was next.
The man blinked at her, as she pushed his hands down to his sides. She gave him the “Don’t move” look people give small children in time out. He complied, although she did notice a twitch in his penis. It was straining for her attentions.
Ignoring it, she followed a drop of water down his chest, not with her eyes, or fingers, with her tongue. Now it was his turn to moan and shift. She stopped and stepped back not touching him. He immediately looked distraught, but did nothing to move. He was good at this game. He followed orders very well. A part of her noted this with pleasure.
A meaner part of her decided to raise the stakes. She walked around him, so that he could no longer see her. His head jerked a moment when she reached the edge of his vision as if he wanted to follow her with his eyes. Her hands touched his shoulders, and she felt the muscles ease. Even the relaxing of his muscles was seductive.
She felt the need to press her thighs together; soon she wouldn’t be able to control this game. She licked the nape of his neck, and nibbled just a bit. Testing the water still before returning to the front to devote her time to more interesting pieces.
He stood still like a statue, waiting for her to do something. Hoping it would involve more contact. His dick stuck out like solid marble, one eye unblinking from the red bulb of his head. It was damp, but not all of it was water she noted with pleasure.
Her tongue darted out, and she tasted this new liquid. She let the salty taste, and the slippery texture coat her taste buds. “Not bad,” she hadn’t meant to say it out loud, and it seemed to break the spell. Her statue god came alive, and moved, urging her to worship him once again.
She approved of his not touching her head. His hands fell to her shoulders to steady himself, and because gripping helped him keep from losing things too quickly. Molly pushed her tongue against the tip, refusing to take it into her mouth yet. She intended to, but not yet. Moving just her head forward and tilting to one side she left trails of saliva all along the sides of his penis.
“Please,” the one word sounded guttural, and so needy she had to look up. Blue eyes were gazing at her intently, silently begging her to take more, to do more.
Molly took just the tip in, her eyes following the man’s body up to see his face. She was kneeling in the grass, and there would be grass stains on her PJ’s, but this was so totally worth it. It was fun sucking on him, she liked his skin, and she liked how warm he was. She liked trying to fit every inch in her mouth.
The man stayed still for a bit longer, and then regretfully pushed her away. Molly let him, knowing as all girls do, that her turn was next.
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