Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
As most of you know, my schedule is a mess. It can be so difficult to nail down some Kayla Cumsalot time. Now, ideally, when I’m stroking you off, I’d like you to be at home. Comfortable and alone. Somewhere, where there are no distractions, and you can focus solely on me. However, we don’t live in an ideal world, do we? Work and family can keep you from putting your hands in your pants for me, and we have to be flexible and adjust.
That’s why Jon calls me while he is driving home from work. A fifteen-minute drive with lots of traffic lights. And because I’m kind of a bitch and want my dumb sub toy to be safe, he is only allowed to stroke when stopped at a red light.
Driving Jon Home
You can imagine it’s the only time he ever hopes to hit every red light. All day long, he aches for me. He wishes me to control his orgasms and ruin his marriage, but mostly he just wants to edge for me and be denied. This game nearly ensures that to be the case.
I love it when it’s just him, and I like this. That time of the day when he sheds the businessman facade. He turns his back on the pretense of being a good father and Husband and instead is a horny perv for me. We discuss his day, or better yet, mine… All while he navigates traffic with his hard, leaking dick out, waiting for a chance to stop and pump it. How long will the light be? Will he reach orgasm before it turns green? Or will he only get his hand around his shaft before the light changes and he’s denied even stroking?
One thing is for sure: when he’s five minutes from the house, and I have to remind him to lick up all the precum so it doesn’t stain his light-colored slack, he wishes the commute were longer. Knowing he has to pretend like the last fifteen minutes didn’t happen when he walks through the door to kiss his wife, pleases me to no end.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357