My cock kept pushing against the fabric of my briefs. She had been pushing against it. Poking and prodding it for so long, driving me mad. At last, she stopped, crawling up my body and grinning down at me. Her face was flushed red. Her chest heaved. So excited.
“I could tease you for days if I could. But we’re not here for your pleasure, are we?”
“No, Mistress.” I responded how she wanted me to. I learned quickly. Every response that wasn’t that gave me a taste of the flog beside us.
She moved up higher and pressed herself down, my face entering the warmth between her breasts. Her legs were together, all of her weight upon my body, upon my straining cock, upon my heart. She wrapped her arms around me, forcing them between my body and the bed and squeezed. I happily breathed her in as much as I could. She sighed happily. Spread her legs and rubbed her bare pussy across my body… then down, rubbing it up and down my trapped erection. Her mouth claimed mine and her tongue entering me made my eyes roll back in my head.