she works you up even worse

Queenie grinds into you, letting you feel the start of her wetness against your jeans. Her wings give a single flicker softly from time to time, but she stays close to you. She places her top row of hands on your chest, slender fingers caressing your pectorals sensually. She gives you a sudden shove, knocking you back into a seat on the couch behind you.

?You want me,? she says. There?s no doubt in her sultry voice. You nod, apparently convinced.

She sits down in your lap, grinding her plump thorax into your crotch, clearly getting her intended reaction as your erection bulges against her. She reaches her hands behind her to play with your hair using her top hands, her lower ones sliding up and down your thighs in a slow, smooth sort of lap dance.

You swallow hard as she leans back, her small soft lips pecking slowly at your neck. ?My master?s so lucky to have a companion like me, isn?t he?? she coos.

?Oh, I sure am,? you sigh sedately.

?Heehee. Poor little lovesick fool,? she giggles, running some thin but capable fingers over your manhood. ?Ooh. I take back the little part,? she softly gasps.

She grinds her hips back into you, her plump little insectoid booty gyrating against your now throbbing erection. You catch a glimpse at sleek, lovely face, catching a bit of blush on her cheeks. She not only seemed to enjoy turning you on, but her enthusiasm in her lap dance let you see that her backside was very sensitive.

You take the intiative, interrupting her teasing by taking hold of her slim waist and pulling her up against you. She lets out a sharp gasp as her juicy bum presses up into your intense hard-on. ?Ohhh! Master?!? she gasps.