😏😏😏

- Don't you dare move a muscle without my permission - she whispered to him, eyes determined, heart racing.

Pushed him to the bed and climbed on top of him standing over his head, hips eager to move, soaking. Started to caress herself gently, feeling her abdomen, her thighs, her ass, teasing to take down that las piece of clothing she had left. But the both knew she would not take it off yet, it was not the time.

Still hi was enjoying the view of her hips moving in circles at first, and progressively more erratic, in addition to the running of her hands showcasing all that was for him to taste that night. Yet he eagerly awaited, tongue almost sticking out and hands on his own crotch, for the moment when he would have all of her at his reach.

For him it was like a goddess was giving him permission to appreciate that gift from heaven from a distance, but just enough to leave him wanting. She teased him playing with herself, when she finally lowered her hips, he thought this was it, but she put a hand on his mouth - not. a. muscle - and after twisting her hips over his face enough to leave her smell hanging on his nose reach, and with a simile on her face, pulled her hips back up, this time taking the sides of her panties and pulling them on the opposite direction bit by bit.

It was infuriating how that sweet wetness kept her panties sticked to her lips, but at the same time, that was a gorgeous view, how that small piece of clothe took their same shape. Alas, after a bit more teasing her wet panties fell on his face, drowning him in her smell just like a drug. He inhaled deeply, not knowing if it was because he had to collect himself or because he wanted to drown more in her smell, smell that meant to him the sensation of home, relaxing, being safe, but also turned him on like nothing else in this world and made his gears turn on what he wanted to do to her.