She masturbates for you.

Traci smiled at me slyly and let go of my penis. Arching her back, she kissed the tip of my straining penis. Her tongue darted out and licked the end. I was so aroused I almost screamed. I wanted to grab her head and force it down onto my hard cock, but before I had a chance to fully consider this idea she leaned forward and placed her tongue on my stomach.

Slowly and deliberately she worked her tongue up my stomach and onto my chest. As she kissed and licked my torso, her hand reached around and unclasped her bra. Her pert breasts fell out of the flimsy material and hung heavily. Her hard nipples dangled just millimeters from my hard cock but never quite touched it. I squirmed both from the pleasure of her mouth and the taunting agony of her tit flesh. However, I made no attempt to grab her, even though I wanted to: she was running the show and I knew I had to wait for permission.

Soon Traci was on all fours and towering over my head. Her necklace on its thin golden chain dangled just above my mouth. She smiled again. "I want you to watch closely," she said, "but don't touch. You'll get that chance in a minute."

As she was saying this, she twisted her body so that she was straddling me on all fours with her ass at my face. Between her spread ass cheeks, her pale brown butt hole was split by the thin material of her G-string. Her pussy mound was so close to my face that I could see that her thong was dripping wet. The scent of her musk was overpowering and erotic.

Her hand reached in from between her legs and disappeared into her G-string. Although my view was obscured by the material, I could clearly make out that she slowly began to push her fingers into herself. Her pussy made a slight squelching noise as she pulled her glistening digits out. She inserted her fingers again, moaning as she did so. This time, as she slid them out, she began stroking her pussy with a steady rhythm.

"You see, I want to feel your tongue all over. . . this," she gasped. Her fingers rubbed up and down. "I want to feel your lips on. . . my cunt, and your. . . tongue inside me." Her words were partly instruction and partly dirty talk to arouse herself further.

"Do you like.. . what you see?" she asked me. I grunted in reply, unable to speak as she again plunged her fingers into herself. "You want me to keep going?" Again I merely grunted. Her fingers had picked up their pace and so had her breathing. Suddenly she stopped.