I'm still sitting on your lap, my back to you, my thighs straddled over yours. I'm trying to catch my breath. My fingers are coated with my cum, and I can feel you sucking my fingers one by one. I'm watching you in the full-length mirror. I can feel your tongue on my fingertips. I wonder, does my tongue feel that good on the tip of your cock?
I turn in your lap, sitting side ways now. I press my lips against the pulse in your neck, then slide lower flicking my tongue over your collarbone. My fingernails are grazing back and forth over your nipples. I grasp your biceps, and resituate myself on my knees between your spread thighs. My nipples are rubbing against your belly. I press my body tightly against yours, and look up at you. I think to catch your eye, but you're looking in the mirror.
I turn my head and look behind me. I see myself as you do for a moment. My ass is perfectly framed by black lace thigh highs, the straps of my garter belt and my long silky black hair. I'm flanked on either side by your outstretched thighs. My position is deliciously obvious. I catch your eye in the mirror, and lick my lips. With a naughty grin, I turn back to you.
I lean into you once more, and swirl my tongue over one nipple, sucking it into my mouth, and rubbing the flat of my tongue over it. I gently nibble a path over to your other nipple, my fingers toying with it, then flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth over it, watching it get harder. I suck and bite my way down your belly, then gently breath over the trail of kisses, watching your skin tighten. I swirl my tongue around your belly button, then dip it in and out. I pull my fingertips down your skin, and run them around the waistband of your tuxedo pants.
Unbuckling your belt, I tug it from your belt loops with a snap, then drop it to the floor. I run my lips, open mouthed, along the length of your cloth-covered shaft. I can feel you tense and press against my lower lip. I breathe hard against the head of your cock, hearing you gasp as the heat sifts through your pants and surrounds your cock. I tug at the button of your pants with my teeth, undoing it with a twist of my mouth; my hands busy stroking your taut thighs.