Ashley takes control

You fling your shirt aside and start to reach for her, but Ashley puts and hand on your chest, shaking her head and grinning at you.

"Don't be in a hurry Jimmy," she giggles, pushing you back against the bed. "Take a seat and watch for a while." You're bursting for her but you obey, sitting on the edge of the bed, your eyes fixed on her lithe body, her perfect breasts, her glowing skin. She grins at you and kicks her shoes off, then stands in front of you, writhing sinuously as she unbuttons her pants, slowly sliding them down her thighs as though dancing to some music that only she hears. Your breathing is harsh and ragged with lust as you watch her stripping, your cock feeling like a missile inside your jeans.

She kicks her jeans off, leaving dressed only in a pair of black panties. She sways towards you, grabbing your wrists as you reach out for her, holding them as she writhes, pressing her panty covered mound against your face. You can smell her aroma, the scent of arousal, and feel her dampness soaking through the fabric of her panties. You moan softly, nibbling at her through the cloth, your cock throbbing with urgency.

Smiling, she pushes against you, pressing you back on the bed, swiftly clambering up and straddling you, her knees on your arms, her panty covered pussy hovering above your face. Her eyes never leave yours as she presses it closer, biting her lip, her own breathing coming in little gasps. You want to grab her and roll her onto her back and fuck her, but you seem helpless in her control, trapped by her eyes and her incandescent sexuality.

"How do I smell Jimmy? Tell me how I smell," she murmurs urgently, staring at you as she presses herself against your mouth and nose.

"Good...." you gasp as you nuzzle her.

"Good?" she giggles throatily. "That's the best you can do Jimmy? C'mon, tell me what I smell like." Her panty covered sex rubs against your nose and mouth.

"You smell like...like sex," you gasp, seeing her grin and her eyes sparkle with mischievous lust.

"Right answer," she murmurs, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, starting to roll them down as she stares at your face.