I slip my hand around your waist and pull you into me, into a tight embrace. I'm wearing four inch heels, but you still stand a couple of inches taller than me, looking down into my gaze, an excited sparkle in your eyes. You run your hands through my hair, pushing it away from my face so you can see me better before coming in for a kiss. My hands run from your waist and grab at your tight buns in your equally tight jeans. While you give me a long, slow, hungry kiss, your hands running through my hair, I get a good grope of your fine ass, always your best feature.
You look approvingly down at my cleavage. I made sure to wear that lingerie you like to see me in, you know, the black and red basque with the lacy bits, which really pushes up my ample chest and conceals those other wobbly bits that I can be a little self conscious about. I know you like to see me in stockings too, so I made sure to shave my legs nice and smooth and slip into a pair of lace topped black hold ups. I see you smile approvingly as your hands move to mirror mine, tracing down the curve of my back and over my ass, before they caress across the small area of bare, exposed thigh above my stocking tops.
With my hands on your firm ass, I pull you in, pushing your crotch into mine until I can feel you getting a little hard even through the stiff denim of your jeans. You're kissing me again and I feel your tongue on my lips. I respond with my own, wrestling your tongue until mine invades your mouth in conquest, our kisses long, sloppy and wet.
A soft bit of pressure on my shoulders tells me exactly, wordlessly, what you want next. I oblige and slide down your body onto my knees. My hands leave your butt behind for the moment and instead move to unbutton your tight jeans. I can already see the shape of your semi-firm manhood straining to be free and I eagerly allow it just that. Your jeans and boxers come down all in one go and your excited part springs free, angling towards my chest.
I lick my lips to wet them and my hand wraps around your shaft. You give that soft moan that I love to hear, that makes me aroused just to know I can bring out in you, as I stroke your stiffening hardon. A steely hardness builds just beneath the fleshy warmth in my hand and I bend my head to receive it. My other hand is on your thigh as I pull your hard dick up and begin to lick from the base of the shaft to the tip, feeling it stiffen more and more.
Soon, my lips part and take the head of your erection in, swirling my tongue all around it, while my right hand continues to stroke the shaft, pumping you into my mouth. You smell of sweat and pre-cum but that just makes me more excited. My left hand slides round to grasp your ass cheek and I am rewarded with another moan. You like me fondling your ass, I see.
Now there's a couple of inches of you filling up my mouth and I'm gasping to take it. Your eyes look lustfully down on me as I look up, asking for approval as I suck on your arousal. Your hands twist and tangle in my hair. My own left hand, meanwhile, has slipped into the warm crack between your cheeks. You do nothing to stop me as I trace my finger along your crack, simultaneously thrusting you into my mouth. It may be me that's down on my knees, but I've got all the power, controlling just how deep your dick goes, just what sensations you receive.
My mouth is slick with saliva. I take my right hand, which had been jerking your stiff shaft and, letting your dick slip from my mouth for just a moment, lick the index finger until it is just as shiny and wet as your manhood. Before you can wonder what it is I'm doing, your erection is back between my lips and another satisfied moan is on yours.
As my left hand grasps and gropes at your butt cheek, pulling your crack open, my right slides beneath your balls and between your thighs. My mouth continues to work its hardest to suck back and forth along the quivering head of your veiny hardness as my slick, wet index finger slides up between the parted cheeks of your gorgeous ass.
You make a noise somewhere between a grunt and a whimper when my wet finger pushes against your puckered little butthole. I feel your stiff member jump a little in my mouth. I let it slide out, but leave my hand between your legs. I'm sorry, is this OK? Do you want me to stop? I withdraw my finger just a little.
No? OK, then. Instantly my lips part to receive your trembling pecker, its glistening head just pushing past the uncut foreskin. My wet finger, meanwhile, renews its exploration with additional vigour. Another moan-grunt from you as I put a little pressure on your tight hole and the tip of my finger slips inside.