Monica responded eagerly to my motion, and started working her way closer to my dripping wet pussy. But as her face got closer, she kissed me just above my clit. My body reacted by thrusting closer to her. She was so close.
Monica giggled and kept moving upwards. "Nu-uh," she teased. "Last time you were in charge. This time, I'm gonna tell you what to do." She came up and straddled my hips. I could feel the warm radiating off her pussy and the space just under my waist was feeling her wetness. I could even smell her arousal, and it was incredibly sexy.
"Okay," I told her. I thought it would be fun to see what Monica had planned of us. I don't recall her ever taking a dominant role in anything. A sexy, confident Monica. I could get behind. Or in front of. I'm not sure where this metaphor is going.
Monica smiled and leaned down and kissed me. Her breasts gently pressed against mine, and her lips were soft. We parted and she told me, "Here's what you're going to do..."
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