She asks you to wait and watch.

Courtney drapes one arm over the back of the headboard, while other other hand drifts down her stomach to the blond fuzz at her crotch. "Before I give you your present," she says, "I want to be sure you're properly in the mood."

You watch her catch her lower lip between her teeth when her fingers find her clit. "I think I'm in the right mood," you tell her.

"Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to wait a little and ... watch?" She spreads her legs a little wider, watching your eyes as she gently plays with herself.

You have to admit that it's a lovely sight. "Yes, I would."

She smiles, and lets her eyes drift closed. Her fingers move over her rosy clit in slow strokes and small circles. She sighs, adjusting her hips.

You're light-headed. You're hypnotized by the spectacle of her full lips, her round nipples, her deft fingers, her painted pink toenails. Courtney blinks her eyes open, sees you slack-jawed, and grins. "This isn't too cruel, is it? I know that you'd like to put that big cock of yours right ... here."

She slides two fingers down lower, and takes a quick breath when they disappear halfway into her cunt. Then she exhales as she draws her wet fingers back out. "But I'm supposed to lick you, not fuck you. I hope you can settle for putting your cock in my mouth." She moistens her lips with her tongue.

"Absolutely," you tell her.

"Mmmm. I could stay here all day, if you like. We can see how many times I can make you come."

"Yes please."

"Good."

She closes her eyes again and shivers a little. She settles back and relaxes into her own arousal, her breathing deep and even. You see her fingers clutch the headboard, and her toes flex.

Your own cock wants some attention, immediately, and you're about to reach for yourself when Courtney's eyes flutter open for a moment. "Uh uh," she whispers. "It's my job to get you off today. Not yours. Don't worry ... I think ... ahhh. I don't think you'll have to wait much longer."

With an effort, you keep your hands at your sides, focusing on Courtney's performance instead. She moans, and her fingers move more quickly, flickering across her clit. Her hips shift and roll. She lifts her chin, and her back arches while she takes another deep breath.

You can see her eagerness grow moment by moment. Her groans become more urgent. She slides down into the bed, her head falling back into the pillows, her fingernails scratching at the headboard. Her ass rises from the mattress as her fingers become frantic.

She cries out, almost begging. She shouts again, and then again, and then nearly screams as her her hips buck and her free hand grabs the bedsheets. Her gasps are sharp with surprise, and she thrashes, out of control, rubbing her clit desperately. She sheds her fever in a rolling storm of twitches and moans, eventually coming to a sweaty, panting halt.

After all that, her eyes open, and she gazes at the ceiling in astonishment for a moment before looking down at you. "Whoo," she breathes. "I didn't know having an audience would do that to me. I should call you over to watch the next time I feel like playing with myself."

"You could always let me play with you."

"I'll think it over." She blows hair out of her eyes, and peers down at you again. "Well. I think you're ready for your present now. Don't you?"

You feel like you might go off if she just says a few dirty words. "Very ready," you say, and you climb into bed with her...