I stand between his knees, letting himself warm his engine, letting his hands slip under my skirt to fondle the buttocks which so attracted. I am careful to press together my thighs, the inner flesh keeping my trapped p***s tip well concealed. Meanwhile my hand goes to his zipper and rubs. The first brisance of deviant s****l delight brings my n*****s to a stand.
I am found to be attractive... I am alluring... I am seductive. As always, such thrills.
I unzip him, fearful that his hands, though sensuous and caring, will uncover my secret. His raging manhood pops into view. I meekly fall to my knees. Guys like the sense of power when a little girl genuflects. His hands go to my head to guide. I engulf. He moans. As my tongue swirls there comes a voice. It terrifies.
“Vice. Move away. Slow
