She couldn't believe she was on her knees again. She was a grown woman; no other girl would dare cross her. But somehow most men she went out with were either weak willed saps she couldn't bear to be in the company longer than it took her to have an orgasm, the rest of the men were sick minded control freaks. She just didn't get it, with ever one else she was anything but submissive. But with Pete she just couldn't help herself. She didn't look submissive, her large 38dd breasts and long lean thighs didn't give the impression of submissive. Neither did the two sizes too tight jeans. And the low cut tops she wore and the long dark drifts of hair that fell across her shoulders and down to her waist didn't give the impression of someone who would succumb this easily to being told, "suck it". If anyone besides Pete had said this, she wouldn't even have honoured him or her with an answer. She was blessed with eyes that could convey her very innermost thoughts and feelings with only one flash of the deep emerald set of her eyes. Sometimes that was good. She could have killed anyone else with a flicker of haughtiness if they had demanded what Pete had of her. But he was different. She loved him, he was her best friend. And she couldn't deny him. No mater how hard she tried.
Kelly moved her mouth and head deftly and slowly, this fiasco had been going on so long she knew all the moves, she knew the right moment to tighten her grip on the base of Pete's cock to drive him to distraction and stop him ejaculating. She knew where the lightest flick or swirl of her tongue would drive him insane and cause him to let forth one of those primeval and guttural growls that seemed to emanate from the base of his stomach and climb its way forth from his throat. A year now, 6 of these encounters.
In the beginning it had been fun, she was thrilled by the length and breadth of his impressively large and thick cock. She was pleased he's chosen her, and at first it had been exciting when no one knew, sneaking off in the middle of parties, the risk had just fuelled their desire, now though she wanted something in return, she couldn't work her way up to asking, and she couldn't say no. She just couldn't resist.
So that's how she ended up on her knee's in the snow on top of a gravestone. She could feel the snow seeping through the material of her tight jeans, she could feel her flesh going numb with cold, but she knew she couldn't refuse him. She could feel her underwear moisten and she subconsciously ground her pussy against the lining of her jeans.
She knew he knew what this was doing to her and could see it in the wicked gleam in his gaze as he held her eyes in his, watching her thick voluptuous mouth bob up and down on his dick. Her thick lustrous hair blowing gently in the wind, sometimes he could see it stray into her mouth and imagined brushing it away with his fingers.
