“It’s okay. So, no anal for me until the weekend. And even better, once I managed to get that t-shirt off and could feel all that hot, soft skin directly against the palms of my hands! And I can tell you do, too. Not with my cock so hard and throbbing with frustrated need! but I couldn’t find the words. She gasped against my lips in surprise, stubbornly refusing me entrance into her mouth. But eventually I had to pull out, and as she stared up at me biting her lip with that wicked, guilty look of anticipation in her eyes, I knew exactly what she wanted and helped her down to her knees. “We have time.”
She moaned, biting her lip, the competing desires of good little mommy and naughty little fuck-doll warring in her mind. okay,” I said, wanting her to just do what she came for and go back downstairs, so we could both get on with pretending that this had never happened, and I could go back to doing what I’d been doing.
