"I'm so wet." You hear me say, as you lie underneath me on your bed, my fingers sliding from your chest, under my dress, and into my panties. you hold your breath as you can hear my fingers part my wet pussy underneath my panties. I let out a soft, low moan as I pull my hand out and slowly, deliberately lick the juice off my fingers.
"Are you wet for me, too? You should be. I can already feel that hard bulge under your jeans..so show me." You quickly lower the zipper and pull your cock out, and I'm happy to see it's already soaked, pre-cum glistening on the tip and smeared all over your length. I gently dip my finger in it and smear it across your lips. "Taste it. I'm sure you're delicious. Lick your lips." I sense a momentary reluctance from you, but then you quickly do as you're told, seeing how excited I am.
"How does it taste?" I whisper into your ear before teasing your earlobe with my tongue. As my tongue caresses your earlobe, your neck, and your jawline, I smear more of your pre-cum onto my fingertip, feeling you shudder when you feel me touch your length...And this time I stick my finger in your mouth.
"Suck on my finger", I breathe into his ear, my voice tempting and barely above a whisper. "Lick my finger, swirl your tongue around it...I want you to taste it before I do."
I can feel how this makes your erection even harder, how it makes your breathing quicken, I can sense how impatient you are to finally be able to feel me wrap my lips around your cock.
So you do exactly what I say, exactly how I want you to do it. Like a good, obedient little puppy. You suck on my finger, taking it deeper into your throat. I love how warm your saliva feels against my finger.
I take my finger out of your mouth, kissing you passionately now, feeling you moan into our kiss, as I play with myself, enjoying how my juices have soaked my panties completely. I lean back, unable to resist the urge to taste myself again, telling you to do the same. You reach down to touch my panties, but I playfully swat you away. "Not me, you silly boy...I want you to play with yourself. Taste yourself the way I'm tasting my own juice".
Your eyes glazed over with uncontrollable arousal now, you nod your assent as if in a trance. You squeeze your length, making more pre-cum bubble out of your tip, and then you use your other hand to scoop up that delicious precum before you use your broad tongue to lick it all up. "That's so hot" I gasp, rubbing myself under my panties, and seeing how much I'm enjoying this makes you keep squeezing more and more precum out of your length, onto your palm and licking it all up.
I take my hand out of my panties, this time holding my fingers up for you to see the juice trickle down my palm and wrist, all the way down my forearm. "Do you want to taste me?" I ask, already knowing what your response will be. You're too aroused to form coherent sentences now, so you eagerly lean in to lick it off my fingers, but I quickly withdraw my hand.
"You have to earn it." I say, a smile playing on my lips.
"I want you to show me just how horny you can get for me. I know you can get harder for me...can't you?" I pull off the straps of my dress, covering my bare breasts with one arm now, teasing you. I love how it feels to play with myself with my free hand, before smearing all that warm juice under my right breast, my nipples still hidden from view. Your eyes are now fixated on the slow, sensuous strokes of my fingers as they leave behind a glistening trail.
"You're making me so horny right now..." I moan. "You're really close to cumming, aren't you..." I can tell from your breathing, from how your cock pulses in your palm, that you're barely managing to hold back. You nod, your own moans now as loud as mine. as I take some more pussy juice to smear under my other breast.
"Do you want me to show you my tits?" I ask, between gasps. Your response is barely more than a moan, a desperate yes.
"I want you to cum in my hand. Don't miss my palm. Can you do that for me?" Still covering my tits with one arm, I put my free hand out in front of your throbbing cock. You nod, leaning forward so your tip is inches from my palm.
I hear you gasp, spasm and moan as you explode all over my palm, the muscles of your arms, and your neck tightening with waves of orgasm.
You're spent in a few seconds, and you collapse back onto the bed, breathing hard, sweat pouring down your face.
I move closer, bringing my cum-glazed palm to your lips.
"Lick it up for me." I ask.
It takes you a second to process my words, and you vehemently refuse.
"You don't want to clean it up? Do you want me to leave instead, without even getting a chance to see my nipples?" My words instantly silence your protests. You look at me, your eyes travelling down my perfect body, admiring my collarbones, down to where my arm hides my nipples.
Your eyes never leaving my body, you extend your tongue out as far as it'll go and take a tentative lick, feeling the first taste of your cum on your tongue
"More." I gently nudge you, bringing my palm closer to your lips.
You lick my palm again. And again. Less tentative this time. And again, more hungrily, your reluctance all but nonexistent. And again, cleaning up every last drop of your cum.
"Good boy", I whisper, as I lower my arm, allowing you your first glimpse of my nipples. I reach out to you, and pat your head, as you finish licking off the last traces of your cum. "Good boy."
