She needs to go all the way with the bottle

Felicity is shocked at how much she is arousing herself as she treats the bottle neck as if it were a real cock, letting it slide in and out of her mouth, sucking on it and licking around the opening. She can feel her own wetness growing, soaking into her thong, and as she lays against him on the sofa, she is fully aware that she is squeezing her thighs together in **** need of attention there.

“Maybe it’s time to show that bottle you’re more than just a cock sucker Flis, maybe it’s time to go the whole way with it?” he whispers in her ear. His voice is soft yet commanding, and she knows she will do whatever he asks of her, however perverse it might get. And as much as what he is suggesting now seems ****, somehow she knows this is just the start again, and then by the end of the weekend, she is confident she will have done much, much worse.

She doesn’t even consider refusing him, instead she is already sliding the bottle from her mouth, but slowly, as if to tease it that little longer as the neck caresses over her red lips. Her eyes are still firmly closed, somehow making this easier for her as she shuffles around on the sofa next to him, laying back into he soft back of the sofa so she can more easily spread her thighs.

As the bottle slips completely from her mouth, she allows it to remain in contact with her skin, slowly lowering it down so that the opening, wet from her mouth, leaves a tiny wet trail downwards from her lips, over her chin and throat. She feels as it comes into contact with her new choker, the word “slutgirl” clearly correct right now given what she is doing. She feels as the glass runs over the exposed skin of her chest before sliding over her dress. She presses it gently against herself as it runs over her breasts, giving out a little groan as it moves over her erect nipples that even covered by bra and dress still sends a shiver through her.

Downwards the bottle continues, until it passes her stomach, and then across the rest of her very short dress. She stops as she feels it cross the hem and sit against her bare thighs, and finally she opens her eyes, **** to know he is watching her closely. As her eyes flick open, she sees his are locked on the bottle’s journey, much to her delight.

Felicity looks down her body to see the bottle there, at the edge of her little dress, so close to the heat that she can feel radiating from between her thighs. She allows the bottle to move again, sliding it over her thigh until it sits between them, the neck facing upwards, as if already honing in on its target.

She stops moving as she sees his hand reach down, and for a moment she is sure he is about to take hold of the bottle, and she wonders if it is to finish what he has demanded of her, or to stop it happening at all, and she holds her breath as she waits to find out, not entirely sure which option she wants it to be right now!