Being the best cum slut I can
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Posted:Aug 28, 2020 8:28 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 7:2 am
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“May I please suck your cock?” I stutter as I stare right into your gaze. The electricity when our eyes meet makes me immediately look away. I’m already mentally prepared to start begging for your coc I’ve been a patient girl. I was on my best behavior at the restaurant, yet patience has never been my strong suit.
Oh… so… patient... for your coc I endured so much teasing already. The vibrator in at the restaurant. The hand on my thigh that was slowly inching its way towards my soaked pussy. My hand casually stumbling upon a hard cock just waiting to bust out of your tight pants barely keeping it concealed. The seemingly casual questions with devious intent. But worse of all, was that stare. So mesmerizing and devious, yet so uncomfortable. I just couldn’t keep eye contact with you. It’s like you were trying to fuck me with your eye right there at the table. Honestly, I would have let you ravish me there right at the restaurant, not thinking or caring about the consequences of those actions.
But for now, I don’t even have to think about all that. We are in a private room and I asked you a simple question. I don’t like being so forward, but it is so hard to keep composure now that I know where the rest of this day will lead. Were both fully clothed, such a shame, but my Dom told me I needed to be patient and make the most of these new encounters. I have to make him proud as well.
My knees start to go weak in anticipation for your answer. It’s like my body knows where my proper place is: on my knees with a dick in my mouth.
It couldn’t have been that long since I asked my question, yet it feels like centuries have gone by. Maybe if I just start undressing myself, something will happen? No, I need to keep my composure, like I said patience was never my strong suit...
“Yes,” you say with a grin on your face. Now the real games begin.
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