Let her make the next move.

She wastes no more time letting your dick go untouched. She takes your hard bulge in her hand, her fingers searching for the outline of the length of your dick. Finding it, she tries to get a grip, though there isn't much give inside your pants at the moment. You're dying for her to get it free.

Hoping to encourage further disrobing, you reach around and tug impatiently at the constraints of her white, lacy push-up bra with a beginner's halting progress. Looking deep into your soul with those blue eyes, now burning with passion, she reaches behind to help you. Her bra comes undone and she lays into you with a passionate kiss, her big, soft breasts and hard nipples brushing enticingly against your chest, her hands running over your cock, still constrained in your pants. You reach around and take a big handfull of her ass cheek, still half-covered in lacy panties, making her moan into your mouth as your tongues dance.

She pulls off of you, breathless. Her eyes twinkle and she smirks wickedly. "Can I see it, Honey?"

You nod, your mouth going dry with anticipation.

She leans in to whisper into your ear. "You know I've been dying to," and then gently licks your earlobe — a move she knows you love from your long months of frustrated, passionate necking. But could it also be a promise of what's about to happen?

She kneels down on the floor of the limo in front of you. She looks up at you with lust and love playing in the blue of her eyes with equal measure. She looks down at your crotch with burning curiosity, biting her sensuous lip, and hooks her fingers into your waistband.

Your cock stretches, finally free in the open air. Her eyebrows raise, pleased with what she sees. Her hands eagerly touch you between your legs and run up your stomach, getting your ready. Her fingers run through your light brown pubic hair, but she only has eyes for your swelling dick. The tip is already a bit sticky with pre-cum.

"Can I lick it?" she asks.

You nod. "Where did you learn about that?" you ask.

"You're not the only one who knows how to use private mode on the Internet." You raise an eyebrow in surprise. "It was only a peek," she giggles. Then she's all business. She slowly runs her hands along your pubes, wrapping her thumbs and forefingers around the base of your straining phallus. She gives it a few tentative shakes, smiling at the way it waggles at her playfully. Then she looks into your eyes and opens her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out as far as it will go. She starts low, pulling the pubic hair aside with her thumb, running her soft, pink tongue up the length of your shaft. She repeats the motion, again and again, punctuating her ministrations with soft kisses right below the tip. She has done her research!

You love what she's doing, and she's off to a great start, but after a moment, she seems to run out of ideas.