I could not be domineering like Furia or Eva, or even confidently masculine like Kiera could be. I was too tender a soul, and yet, I desired beyond de***********ion to be this man’s dominant, just for once to know what it was like. I could smell his weakness and trepidation, and it confused me almost as much as it aroused me. I did not know how to proceed, and so I would be very careful, and lead with a very light touch I pressed my body against his side, and brought my mouth to his ear. I licked around the shell, and felt him shudder. I slowly slid my hand up his thigh until I felt his bulge. Oh, he was blessed. My fingers ran the length of him, then pushed beneath his waistband. He gasped. “It’s OK,” I whispered in his ear as I gently grasped his cock, “I’ll take care of you, Matt. Just do what I say, and everything will be fine.” With my grasping hand, I pulled his cock from his pants, and with the other, I angled his face toward mine, and kiss him. He was trepid and awkward, staring at me as my tongue entered his mouth, but I was soothing and sensual, guiding him with infinite patience. His inexperience made him submissive to me, and I nurtured that submissive side, gently subduing him with lips and tongue, carefully molding his virgin sexuality to my liking. When he tried to cup my cheek, I intercepted his hand with mine, and guided it to my crotch. I had to suppress a sharp inhalation was his fingers brushed my tip, for I did not want him to know how indian reactive my body was. “That’s it,” I whispered on his lips, parting the kiss, “you can touch me there. Don’t be shy.” I leaned back against the wall, and stroked him as he wrapped his unsure fingers around me. “You know what to do.” I smiled, and he smiled nervously back, and began to stroke me. This time, I could not hide the sudden hiss that came through my lips, and my reaction emboldened him. His hand moved with more gusto, squeezing me at the base, then drawing up along the shaft, applying pressure so that the pleasure bulged before his grip, and bubbled out of my tip. My control over him was precarious, and I knew the dynamic could shift at any moment unless I regained my edge. “Taste it.” I commanded softly, keeping my voice steady. He looked up at me uncertainly, and I let go of his cock, and ran both my hands through his lush locks. “I know you’ve fantasized about it,” I said, gently guiding his head down, “you’ve gone over this moment so many times in your mind, that you already know what to do. Just let go, and follow your instincts.” He looked inquisitively at the cock in his hand, then opened his lips, and kissed the tip. His tongue came out, and curiously licked me, running back and forth along my aperture until the head was pulsing and purple. I bit my lip and moaned, arching my back from the wall, struggling to keep my motions sensual and commanding. I applied steady pressure to the back of his head, not exerting him, but guiding him to the next step. “Mmm,” I hummed a luxuriant moan, “now suck it, Matt. Just open those lips around it, and take it as deep as you can.” He looked up at me from his coiled bangs, and slowly opened his mouth around the head. His teeth grazed me, but he retracted them quickly, and sealed his lips around my crease. My brows knitted together with pleasure, and my breaths became slow and heavy. I pushed down a little harder on the desi back of his head, and he slowly took me in. “Yes!” I hissed, balling my hands in his hair, not pulling it, but keeping a firm grip, “that’s it! They moved down, this time between her breasts, purposefully avoiding them. “That’s the time that you’ve got to beat girls; are the first 2 ready?” With a generous mouthful of cold vanilla she sucks on Cynthia’s other nipple. Her white top did not appear to be as loose indian as it was before. What do we do?” With my futa-dick throbbing before me, thrust out through my boy shorts, my skirt bunched around my waist, desi I marched after Shawn. Rhonda tasted the sticky cum in her daughter’s snatch and swallowed up every trace. I only discovered them as I was looking for a specific piece of fruit, a plum. It was turning into a belly shirt. But when I asked him real politely to come over and loosen it up for me, his wife got all mad. Before long I was struggling to stay on my feet and with all 4 guys laughing at me they lifted me up and put me on the pool table, flat on my back with my arms and legs spread wide. However, she did need the opportunity to unwind. You know, lot's happened.” Her smooth, tanned skin was soon riddled with angry, red welts. Cato watched the love of his life tongue the asshole of a dirty Gaul. You get me?” The girl's legs parted. “Yeah, tired and a certain part of my anatomy is pretty sore also.” I told her. A girl in a black leather waited outside as Sarah tried the door, "Not up yet" she explained, "You here for the auditions." the girl asked.