“You know, Iamfeelin’ on edge,” he said. “Are you a masseuse?”
As she moseyed toward him, she arched her back. He eyed her breasts.
“I guess I am, in a way, sir.” Standing directly in front of him, she began massaging her tits and pinching her nipples through the lace. “Mmm, I’m so horny. I love to fuck. Do you like to fuck?”
“I can’t fuck you,” he said.
She slipped a hand into her thong and stroked herself. “You won’t believe how wet I am.”
He wasn’t sure how long he should resist, but watching her touch herself had turned him into a full-blown beast. His cock had grown so hard, his balls had started to ache.
She pulled her hand from her panties, and said, “Lick me.”
On a groan, he rose, took her hand, and sucked her wet fingers. “Mmm, you taste good.”
“We don’t have to fuck,” she said.
He loved how she’d changed her voice, made herself sound innocent while she batted her lashes at him.
“It’s not that I don’t want to—” he protested.
She led him to the bed, helped him out of his robe. “Take off my bra.”
Reaching around, he unhooked it, pulled it off her shoulders. She fisted her hands on her hips, arched her back. “I love to get my titties sucked. Do you want to suck mine?”
“I gotta be a good boy.”
“You can bemygood boy.”
He leaned down, took her plump nipple into his mouth and sucked. Desire pounded through him, but he pulled off her. “Like that?”
“That was so good.” She turned away from him, wiggled out of her thong, and bent over. “Touch my pussy.”
He stepped close, ran his fingers over her slick sex. “You’re soaked.” On a growl, he caressed her tender flesh.
“It’s all for you, baby,” she cooed.
This Britain was in total control, and from what he could tell, loving this role play.
She pulled him to the bed, nudged him back. “Lie down.”
The second he was on his back, she straddled him. “I’m a dirty, dirty girl. I love to fuck. I do it every night, lots and lots of times.”
Naughty Brit sent him soaring into the stratosphere.
He’d fallen, and he’d fallen hard. She was his dream woman… and a whole lot more.
“I know you said you didn’t want to fuck,” she continued, “so I’m not going to fuck you. Maybe you’d like it if I rubbed myself and you watched.” She fondled her breasts, stroked her pussy, and rubbed her wetness over her nipples.
With delicate fingers, she wrapped his cock, rose up, and started rubbing the head across her feminine folds.
“That feels incredible,” he bit out. “Fucking hell.”
She positioned him at her opening. “No fucking, but let’s try a little experiment. You’re such a big boy. You might be too big for me.”
She sunk down on his cock, devouring him until he vanished inside her. He roared through the pleasure, but she stayed in total control.
“You fit perfectly,” she murmured. “But I can pull you right out, if that’s what you want.”
