I’m worth it, he waits and he thanks me so sincerely with his body and his tongue.
For the last three days I’ve been waking him before work by sitting on his chest and sliding my pussy up and down until its soaked then sitting on his morning glory and riding him until he says thank you.
He knows to say it just before he reaches.
The first morning he was arrogant and confident he would be able to maintain himself at work without my touch or thoughts of my body entering every waking moment.
By the second day. Flashes of my hot pink pussy against the darkness of my thighs as I roll my waist against his, begin to invade his thoughts, pushing him to his limit, my back arched and nipples hard between his fingers.
I do enjoy riding you like this. Both physically and mentally. You can take more than most.
This third morning you have started begging for release. The idea of being so deeply devoted to negotiating a deal for yourself seems more than rational to you. So when I slap you as you plead, your face is priceless. You look like a little boy who just dropped his ice cream on the first lick after queuing for a long time and realising that tantalizing coolness was not going to happen.
No, I like it when you sweat while I’m bent over touching my toes and rocking in and out, circling you, engulfing your throbbing hardness.
Just as I feel you may not be able to help yourself it’s time for you to thank me, enjoying my taste on your lips as you head to work.
How long will I go on like this?
I haven’t decided yet….