Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Larry couldn’t help himself. So used to being in control that being tied down under me and not having his way was making him crazy. I could almost see the smoke of frustration wisping out of his ears. He felt so good, so hard against my pussy. I had to lift my hips before he convinced me to sit on his shaft. Instead, I slinked back down to sit on his thighs, and my right hand wrapped around his pussy coated cock. “Look at what a mess I’ve made.” I cooed more to his cock than to him as I began stroking his thick erection.
It pleased me to see his chest rise and fall as he tried to control his breathing. How cute it was to watch him fight so as not to beg me. My thumb smeared around the plump crown of his head to gather the heavy bead of precum, and when it drooled onto the pad of my finger, I lifted it to my lips—slowly, opening my mouth while looking into his dark, honey colored eyes. My tongue lapped at the bit of his juice before sucking my thumb into my mouth.
His Turn Part Two
I purred at the taste of the man who’d been driving me crazy, giving me everything I could want except for the control I’d been seeking. Now that he’d given it, it was almost too good to be true. I wanted to do so many things to him all at once, but couldn’t decide on a single thing. Clearly, I needed to give him a taste of his own medicine when it came to edging before he started teasing me about needing Daddy to do my thinking for me.
So I leaned down. Allowing the heavy tips of my tits to brush along the sides of his shaft. I rubbed his cock between my boobs before kissing the small V in the back of his head. Again, he hissed, and my body clenched in response. I looked up his body in time to watch him pull on the ropes. “Please hold.” I thought to myself and sucked him gently into my mouth.
My tongue was soft as it washed along the other side, and my suction was light. Until his hips bucked up, stabbing his cock to the back of my throat, which made me gag. Bad, bad, Daddy. I pulled back, smiling at him with puffy lips and pink cheeks. “Oh, it’s not gonna be that easy.” I stood up and slowly walked my way up until a foot was under either of his armpits. My drippy little pussy high above his head.
“Kayla.” Now, his voice held that needy tone I craved so much. My fingers went to my pussy, and I rubbed my lips as he watched with such focus. “Let Daddy taste you.” I shook my head and parted my lips. Teasing him with what he owned, but I couldn’t have. A peek over my shoulder let me see how furiously hard his cock was. Good. With no physical stimulation, maybe he could hold back.
My knees bent, bringing my pussy closer, but not nearly close enough that he might lift his head and reach me. Slowly, I pushed two fingers into my pussy, and my free hand gripped the headboard to keep me above him. “Hush and just watch.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357