Some days, she just wanted to drain his balls. To feel his engorged member twitching, pulsing and spurting his semen into her, until she had taken it all.
She has already gotten him once this morning. Waking him up with her mouth on his cock. Licking, bobbing, enveloping. She tickled his taint while she fellated him, taking him deep and dancing her fingernails over his sensitive skin. He groaned and squirmed and couldn't escape her hungry mouth. She teased him for a few minutes but then finished him and claimed her prize: his hot load, pulsing out of him and into her in heavy, viscous spurts. Her first draining of him this day.
After that, they lounged around in bed. At first, she let him relax but then directed him to eat her pussy because she had gotten very horny feeling him cum in her mouth. He happily obliged, he loved serving this sexy woman. He kissed his way down her naked torso, meandering over her full breasts and licking each nipple, then a little kissing and biting. Then continuing kisses lower on her body, her belly, her hips, her thighs, her inner thighs, and finally teasing his tongue up and down each of her labia. Mischievously inserting his tip a short distance into her. Then licking upward along her slit to her clit. Swirling circles around it with his tongue. Then more focused rhythmic flicks. Teasing her, exciting her. She gave a happy sigh and squeezed her legs around his ears while reaching out a hand to clamp her fingers in his hair. To hold him in place. On the spot. On the spot he was avidly licking in rippling, undulating strokes. He was totally devoted to her. His only thought was pleasing her by pleasing her pussy. Licking that clit to lick her silly. She could feel it. His tongue was good but his submission was better. Exquisite even. She felt a slow, tingling fire spreading from her center as he licked and lapped and ate and ate. Grinding against him now, humping upward against his tongue, and cumming on it now. She was cumming hard on his confined face, convulsing and shouting her triumph which he could only barely hear through muffled ears. She squeezed her legs around his head. He loved her tightening grip on him. She rode out the waves of pleasure with him locked between her legs. Finally the spasms subsided and she let him out. He came up beside her and they dozed happily in each other's arms for a time.
Finally she stirred and got up. He thought it was over (and would have gone away happy), but oh no, only part one of her plan was over.
They weren't going to see each other for a while after this. She wanted to drain him utterly dry before he left, and give him lots of intense memories of her that she knew would drive him crazy with lust. Maybe that would motivate him to find a time to come back to her sooner than he would have thought possible. She would certainly enjoy his attention if that happened. Anyway, she would be denying him release until he came back, whether sooner or later. She would fill his head with lusty memories, and then deny him release and get off on his torment. Especially if it lasted a long time and he became desperate. Maybe he would beg. She looked forward to that. She might grant what he asked for, she might not. Regardless, she loved knowing how she could invade his mind and control him and reduce him to begging.
She put on a favorite white T-shirt. It said 'I spank naughty boys' in black letters across its front, which was stretched tightly across her large breasts. Stretching and distorting the writing, and showing every detail of her hard nipples straining against the fabric.
