smooth surface
“Show me,” I told him. Sitting down at his desk chair. He dropped his pants and showed me his work. His balls were shaved and smooth. I motioned for him to come to me. “Lets see how you did.”
I leaned forward and licked him, feeling the smooth skin on my tongue. My fingers delicately wrapped around his cock, I swirled my tongue around his balls, feeling the smooth texture of his sac. I was pleased. “Now let me see what else.” I grabbed his black t-shirt and pulled him in for a kiss, with my other hand I reached behind him and felt the smooth hairless perineum and back farther to his sweet little asshole. Smooth and soft. He twitched a little at my fingers reaching to feel him as I moaned into his mouth. “mmmmm, I like that baby.”
He smiled into my kiss and giggled like a little girl as I made circles around his tight hole with my fingernails, tickling him. I pulled my head back to take another look at him. His new haircut, short and clean. His goatee, trimmed and neat. For all his filth, he was stunning to look at and just the sight of him made me ache with want.
I sat back in the chair, lifting my skirt and opened my legs. He immediately went to his knees. He reached forward up and removed my red panties and leaned in to lick my pussy. I was already slick and his tongue moved slowly, relieving the ache as I felt it drag slowly over my clit. I rested my legs on him, letting my heels dig into his muscular back as my legs fell open to his adoration of my pussy. He was practically on all fours, his back slightly arched so is ass was in the air. Licking my cunt like a dirty kitten going after his cream.
I adored him for his blind trust and his honesty of his filthy desires. He wants to be fucked and used. Pushed to his sexual limits. I was intrigued and tempted to find the edge. To know just how far he will let me go. I want to be inside his cock and feel him pulsing, be the blood that boils in his veins and be the name he cries out when he cums so hard his that fucking head spins.
I planted my foot on his shoulder and pressed him back off of me. His lips pink and shiny from my juice of my pussy- I leaned in and kissed him. Tasting my pussy from his lips. I reached down to stroke his cock, he groaned and pushed it into my hand, his body aching for me to stroke him and adore him.
“In due time, lover. Due time.” I ran my tongue along the inside of his bottom lip, “Bring me my bag. I brought something for you.”
I got goose bumps… I just cut my hair and cleaned up the mustache and goatee….I can dream right?
i love your descriptions…intense and erotic…i can imagine him laaping you up like a kitten. meow!
oh, the joys of a boy on his knees…
we have desk chairs at home that are made out of pinewood, pine seems to be a good wood for desk chairs.’`