“Have you missed me?” he smiles.
“Oh yes Sir,” she wriggles.
“you’re messing up my suit,” he frowns.
“Yes, Sir,” she pants.
He tightens his hold on her hips and moves her with greater purpose.
“you like being naked in my lap, don’t you,” he grins.
“Yes… Sir,” she moans.
Faster his hands grind her flesh onto his bulging erection.
“So you really want to come, don’t you?” he ponders.
“Yes! Sir! Please!” she pleads.
“Such a wanton thing, aren’t you?”
“Yeeeeeeeeeeees, Siiiiiiiiiiiir!” she wails.
“Come for me then. Come for me!”
He holds her close, watches in awe as she rides the storm of her ecstasy. His pride and joy, utterly lost in the sensations and yet totally and completely at home.
©words: cat / be-pleasing-always
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