She was a black g-string under red lights. Her hips swayed back and forth, hypnotically. I sat willingly in her spell, unable to look away. I felt all the blood running from my brain and into my pants. Leaning in close, her nipples brushed against my shoulder.
“You’re mine now, little boy…” as her tongue, so gently, flicked my ear. I was her slave.
She whispered all her dirty secrets to dominate my mind. All I could do was let my head roll back and close my eyes with the rush. I reached down and rubbed my hard on through black denim, and as I did, I heard a smile across her voice.
Straddling my hips, she ground her pussy into me. I let out a frustrated moan and she quickly put her fingers to my lips, running them around their edges and over my tongue.
Starting slow and hard, she positioned herself perfectly. Her hips, double jointed torture as she teased me. Her fingers, ran through my hair and pulled my head back while her free hand wandered under my shirt.
Her teeth were heaven as she felt my heart beat pulse inside her mouth. The corotid is the perfect spot. She held me in her grip, and grabbed my wallet. Standing up, I made a grab for it but she put her stiletto in my chest.
“Stay.”
The fingers that had caused me much pleasure took all the notes out. Her stiletto eased off and she replaced the empty spot on my chest by tossing my also empty wallet at me.
“Good boy.”
A smirk upon her face, she turned and walked away, her blonde hair brushing against her back to the rhythm of the soft jiggle of her arse.
(Source: mister-selfdestruct)
