Gimme, gimme (more), gimme (more)

You both stare at eachother for what's likely just a few moments, but feels like an eternity. Instead of saying anything, he lets out a low short chuckle and smirks in awe and adoration at you. You've given in so quicky and cutely, far more so than he'd have expected. Then finally, he deeply kisses you. Overwhelming what little sanity you regained, and driving you back into bliss, taking any pesky thoughts away again. He's practically tongue fucking your face. Complete and utter dominance of your being, you feel an intense euphoria, and your pleasure is brimming upon its peak even without any stimulation to your dick.

You don't understand......but thats fine......you don't need to. You can just "Relax" and "Let Go" and let him devour you. Drop any soceital and personal hang ups or odd standards. It's Ok to have this. Embrace it.....Embrace Him....Submit to His Embrace. All your brain can even process is what He's doing. The **** to your mouth feels like its a direct **** to your brain. Its an aggressive and yet sensual rewiring. The possibilities of what true pleasure can feel like being deeply engrained into your being.

He stops for just a moment to let you both catch your breath, his eyes flitting all across your face, studying and taking you in with that same look of adoration as before, "God you are just....so fucking Cute. What the hell? Where was any of this these past few months?" He says low, with a genuine curiosity and interest. Your mind focuses on that word...C u t e... and it pulses all through your body as he said it, from the back of your brain down to the thighs being aggressively tended to by the bimbug sluts.

"I-I'm n-not...mff, cute, I'm not sup-posed to b-" he cuts you off again kissing you and interupting your ramblings and denials. Bobby bites onto your lower lip and assaults your tongue.

"Sssshhush now, shhh, it's ok. None of any of that matters here. Not anymore, not here. Because IM here." He slides his right hand from your face down to your throat, and lightly squeezes, enough to send a blurring thrill into your brain, one that cuts off all senses and awareness of anything besides his voice.

"No one tells you what is or isnt ok, no one else. I'll tell you what to do from now on, you just Relax, and Let Go..... Just be my Good Girl now."

Your mind is drifting away, sight fading slightly and yet somehow, in a full body pleasure and overehelming addicting heat. "y-y-y-yesssSirrr" you say with difficulty, while nodding slightly as you're slowly falling away. A blissed out smile beginning to pull at your lips. Maintaining whatever general directional eye conact you can, its too blurry to have it be direct, until that too begins to be enveloped by the black edges of your sight.

"Good Puppy."

He suddenly releases his hand from your throat and instantly your body is shot back into the present but not in any bad way strangely. You take intitially a gulping inhale that turns into exhasperated moans. The relief and oxygen returning sends full body shivers and spasms all throughout your muscles. This combined with the girls biting and sucking away, all the those pleasure Smash together through the peak thats been so close, overflowing and inducing a Full body Orgasm. Your toes curl, your back Arches, Everything about you feels Amazing. Nothing exists right now but the pleasure.

"There you go puppy....ride that wave...let it all wash over you."

Bobby says, holding you upright, just enough to prevent your spasms from knocking you off his knee, but not enough to restrict any of the spasms themselves. He begins to slide out from under you, laying your still lightly twitching but mostly calming down body onto the bed. He kisses your belly but you barely register that in the Afterglow of the moment. Just an additional pulse of sensual pleasure to the overwhelming pile.

The two girls who are still going at your thighs, only now with light sensual licks and kisses, look up to Bobby. He watches you, basking in your afterglow, light twitches pulsing every few seconds as well as an equal amount of slight mews and exhausted moans, catching your breath, and trying to return your mind. The girls see him contemplating something for a a good while as he watches and studies you with a look of sheer want. His eyebrows knitted up in concern, question, and apprehension. Thinking so many things, aggresively lewd and sensually soft. Options. Routes he could take.

This moment decides a lot of things, allows him to give into a lot of desires, or a lot of fears. He looks down for a moment, then to the girls, then finally back to you. Takes a breath....and~