Obeying Ian

Ian was done nuzzling my breasts and I was feeling so excited that someone I actually wanted to ‘own me’ was doing. I waited for him to tell me what he wanted from me. He had to know that I would do anything he wanted from me. Ian turned me towards him and planted a full kiss on my lips. His hands went to my shoulders as he broke off our kiss then there was a gentle pressure persuading me to go down on my knee.

Ian’s cock was sticking straight out from his crotch and I had no problem getting a hold of the base of his cock as I licked his shaft before taking it into my mouth.

His cock tasted go manly, unlike that bastard Graham’s cock. Or maybe I just wanted Ian more than Graham. I just loved how Ian groaned as I ran my tongue over his shaft. Just to hear that man I desired most giving me verbal approval made my insides turn to water. Ian could have asked me to blow up the House Of Parliament and I would have done it. But what he did want, I more than eagerly approved of him doing to me

“Elizabeth, lay down on the couch on your back!”

At first I didn’t want to give up his cock, but I knew that Ian had something else in mind for me, so reluctantly I let his cock leave my mouth, stood up and moved to the couch. Laid down on my back, half of my head hung over the edge of one side. Ian got between my legs and moved the bottom of my Micro bikini aside, then started to pleasure me with his lips!
Now it was me who sent the sounds of pleasure into the air.

This was so fucking good that made me try very hard to grind all my pussy against Ian’s lips, I needed to hold my breasts and knead then which made me even more horny. I couldn’t believe that I never tried to sneak a peak at Ian pleasuring me and lord knows I wanted to see him doing that, not just experience it. I had to suck back a mouthful of saliva, or risk accidentally ingesting it into my lungs as I would cry out in pleasure.