Just completely let go and enjoy the ride

Wendy sits up, straddling your hips, but she continues holding your hands to her huge breasts. She smiles down at you and says, "Do you like that? Do you like touching me?"

Looking up and the tremendous cheerleader is extremely comforting. It occurs to you that there's something wonderful about someone else running things. Deciding to explore this, you wish for the nurturing, protective, and assertive aspects of her personality to get much stronger when she's intimate.

You nod your head and say, "Oh, fuck yeah, Wendy! I love touching your hot body. It makes me feel so fucking good all over!"

Wendy frowns. Is she one of those girls who doesn't like when guys use vulgar language to describe "love making?" You wish that Wendy didn't mind that, and just thought of it as a silly thing that boys do because they can't help themselves. You wish that she had that attitude about anything that you might do that would annoy her.

Wendy's gorgeous Asian face breaks into the widest smile you've ever seen. You know she'll never judge you, just take care of you. She slides your hands from her breasts down to her waist, which her skimpy uniform leaves exposed. You relax, accepting that she has full control.

"Don't worry," says Wendy, "I'll take good care of you." She pulls her top over her head, revealing her huge tits in a bra that isn't particularly pretty, it's more an engineering marvel than anything else. She doesn't say anything as your jaw drops open, she just casually unsnaps the bra, letting her tremendous breasts swing free, and throws the bra off the side of the bed.

Wendy leans down, letting her rack fall across your face. "Lick between my breasts, John. Yessss, that's right." She slowly, so slowly, grinds against you, moving her breasts against your face and her crotch against yours. "And don't worry about Taylor. I won't let her or anyone else ever bother you again."

She sits back up so you can breath. As you gasp for air and stare at the wonderful tits hanging before you, she pulls your arms over your head and pins your wrists together against the mattress. You could obviously overpower her, so you concentrate on her being much, much stronger than she looks. Her arms become much more tone, but not bulky. She switches to holding both your wrists with only one of her hands, and you can feel that her grip is solid enough that you probably couldn't break it, even if you wanted to.

Without letting go of your wrists, Wendy rolls off. She frowns worriedly at you groaning from the loss of crotch contact. She delicately runs her free hand between your legs and says, "You're very worked up. I'd better take care of that."

Her lips touch yours. You close your eyes and relax further as you feel her opening your pants. Her hand slips beneath your underwear as her tongue parts your lips. She tugs gently and your legs spasms. This is way beyond anything you ever experienced when you jacked your own cock.

After a few more tugs you feel the pressure building up in your balls. When she moves her lips from your mouth to your ear, you ask, "Are you just going to give me a han-"

"Shhhh," she coos. "Don't think about it. Just relax and cum for me."