She watched him from her place in the center of the bed. He was dressing for work, and she was naked, her skin flushed and rosy from sex. The room was heavy with the sexy scent of man and woman, and she licked her lips to find the taste of his creamy cum lingering there. She smiled a secret smile, knowing that the pineapple juice he drank was for their benefit because it made his cum even more delicious. She found him watching her through the reflection in the mirror and stretched for him, arching her back, her hardened nipples pointing pinkly at him. She licked her lips again, sensuously and hungrily this time.
He arched an eyebrow at her and growled, "Hungry again so soon, Kitten?"
She made a purring sound deep in her throat and moved so he could see her bald pussy, pink, wet and still throbbing deliciously from the pounding of his cock. "Kitten loves Sir's cream," she said softly.
He crossed to the bed and cupped her face in his hand. She pressed her cheek into his palm and caught his thumb in her mouth, sucking it softly at first and then harder as he reached to twist her tender nipple.
"Voracious little kitten," he said drily, pulling his thumb from her mouth so that it made a small, wet "pop". He was walking away from the bed when her voice stopped him.
"Sir," she said meekly, "may I play with my pussy?"
He turned slowly to face her and fixed her with a stern look. "Whose pussy, kitten?" he asked.
She flushed pink for making such a silly error. "Can Kitten play with Sir's pussy?" she asked fervently.
He nodded once and watched as she reclined against the pillows, her emerald eyes locked with the chocolate of his, and slid her hand between her legs to tease the seam of her pussy lips. She held herself open so he could see the deep, wet pink inside and began making small, tight circles on her clit with one fingernail.
"Feel good, Kitten?" he asked, his voice deep and rumbly.
"Yes, Sir...uh huh...uh huh," she whispered. "Thank you, Sir...uh huh...uh huh...." Her breath caught and quickened as she slid a finger inside and massaged her clit with her thumb, just as he'd taught her. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, her thrusting finger making soft wet sounds. "Uh huh...uh huh...." Her hips moved in rhythm with her finger, the wet, pink tip of her tongue darting out to lick her lips, eyes never leaving his face. "Sir," she asked pleadingly, "Can Kitten cum?"
He shook his head. "No, Kitten," he said firmly. She was teetering on the edge, but he knew she wouldn't go over without his permission.