You tell the story.

Not being able to break some triggered scenes now running through you head that night made the decision easier. You sigh and start, "Fiona, I'm guessing you already know this but my favorite part was the lack of control. It was a night that was supposed to be about me having the control and we both knew that wasn't how it would end." You continue by describing her give and take of allowing you to make her do superficial things but when it came to purposefully 'dominant' requests, she treated them like the request they were. The smell of sex permeates the air further bringing you back to that moment.

You have to swallow some excess saliva forming before continuing, "That final point where I had you sucking my penis so good but even then you were subtly tightening the grip around the base in a way that was preventing me from cumming." You groan at the memory. "And you kept edging me so expertly by moving to ticklish spots until I was begging you to finish me...fuck you knew all the buttons to push..." You start to daydream for a second but Fiona chimes in, "The buttons don't change, Sugah. Keep going." You hear the squish of her vaginal ministrations and her panting making you almost need to touch yourself again.

You are now talking through Fiona's low moans as you say, "You tricked me by saying you needed to change positions and I thought you were going for a sixty-nine as you pushed me to the floor. Instead, you were lightly breathing on my cock as you ground your hot dripping puss on my face...and I obliged willingly like an eager slut. Just the steady breathing was enough to keep me edged as you continued to ungulate on my face." As you get to the last red light an a fairly empty intersection, you think about how turned on she is right now. It is rare you're hearing her like this without being in some stage of sexual intercourse. Her beautiful tanned round face so flush as she turns to you and says, "Don't just stare. Tell me how it ended!"