Reaching a hand around your body, it finds its purchase around your neck, softly stroking before gripping with a firmness that extracts a quiet moan from your lips. “hmmmm… do you even deserve a treat?” my words hanging in the air, in the short distance between my lips and your ears. Using my grip and adding some downward pressure, I usher your body to increase the grip your parting asscheeks have on my sheathed member.
Feeling your hips instinctively tilt and give a subtle wiggle, my crotch grinds the fabric of your thong hard into your rosebud.
Pulling your neck so my lips graze your ear lobe, “Does feeling what you do to me make you happy, miss?” the words sending visible goosebumps up your arms. Another hip swivel followed by a short sigh. “Does it make you… hungry? I bet you’re practically drooling..” my free hand wanders up to your lips, which part in waiting for welcome contact, penetration. Finger tips just out of reach, I witness just the tip of your tongue extend out as if to call for my touch. In a flash, I drop my fingers straight to your soaked panties and tug them aside with a slight squelch, exposing your puffy and glistening pussy. In a second move, I swipe two fingers from your clit to your suculant opening and push inside you, up to the second knuckle. Pausing to feel the snug confines of your pussy, I slosh them around inside you, feeling your necter run down my hand.