"I'll...I'll give you a kiss!" he said, smiling at Ann's smooth face.
"A kiss? A kiss from a boy who doesn't know how to use his mouth?"
Chris frowned and looked at Ann's hand inching away from his crotch.
"I'll give you whatever you want," he said, his cock pulsing in his pants. "Please?"
Ann smiled wickedly, an idea forming in her mind.
"Alright," she said. "A kiss it will be." Her hand darted between his legs and squeezed his throbbing member through the fabric. Chris groaned, the pleasure shooting through him like fire. The women on the floor were totally forgotten, the only thought in his head was the woman on the couch; she had his attention, fully.
Still holding on to him like a handle, Ann stood up. Chris jumped up quickly, his hips following her hand as she led him a few steps away from the couch.
"We're going into my room, understand Chris?" she said, her voice condescending, as though she were talking to a child.
"Yes, ma'am," Chris said, swallowing hard. Her attitude made him feel like a little boy, but the staff her hand remained wrapped around was anything but little.
Following like a puppy on a short leash, Chris hurried after the woman as she made her way into her bedroom. That was where all the fun begins.
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