It is midnight. We are at my couch, watching a movie – Avengers. I have a sexy black dress on, short enough to preview my thick thighs. I am on your right, holding a glass. The wine is red,
“So what would be the perfect rendezvous?”
I would start by teasing you with your clothes on. I would place my left palm on your right thigh, let it rest for a minute. Let your mind wonder about my next move. Then trace my palm down to your knee, down to your strong calf muscles then back up, maintaining eye contact and a naughty smirk. I would brush over your crotch so that you can feel the heat from my hand then trace my palm back to your inner thighs. I would take a minute, then do it again.
I would start playing with your crotch, hoping to feel you cock with my hands. My anticipation would grow. Eventually, I would give in, undo your belt and zip, then push my hands inside your boxers. I would rub your cock, massage then squeeze till you are hard enough for my lips. I would then kiss you, push my tongue in your mouth for you to feel the texture that would be over your cock.
“I’m in control.”
After a quick hot make-out, I would make you strip down without getting up. I would watch you take off every piece of clothing, revealing yourself to me. I would then take your inches in my hand, stroking as I watch anticipation burn in your eyes. I would lean down to the tip of your cock, still stroking gently. I would cuff your balls then lick my price lightly. I would wrap my mouth around the tip so that I can taste that sweet pre-cum that you couldn’t hold in.
“Cream my lips.”
I would go on my knees, between your legs. My head would be next to your crotch, ready to take my price. This is my favorite position because I can see you squirm in pleasure while sucking you dry. I would take your cock in my mouth and push my head forward. That first thrust alone would makes me moist. Your cock would be hard and warm. I would swirl my tongue around, sucking and altering the pressure of my lips. I would hear your gasps. My hands would find their way to your balls, massaging while my tongue licks up and down your shaft. I would glaze your cock with saliva, and your cock would keep spitting out pre-cum down my throat.
“Do not cum, yet.”
Your hands would be around my head, facilitating each pump. Once in a while, you would pull my hair. That would make me moan, motivating me to suck even faster and harder. I would feel you cock building up the pressure to explode your juices in me. I would maintain the speed of my mouth and the pressure of my hands. You would want to burst your cum down my throat in full force. I would love the taste, I always do. As I feel the veins of your cock jerking in my mouth, I would stop sucking. You wouldn’t cum, not yet.
“Work for it.”
I would get back to where I was sitting before your heavy breathing. My pussy would be dripping wet. All that sucking would make me horny. I would ignore the rage in your eyes and spread my legs slightly. I would love the extra-hard cock in me. I would anticipate the pounding. I would like to moan with each of your deep thrust. What would you do?
“Don’t tell, just show me!”