Show me.

You scarcely consider her request. “Show me,” you beg.

She smiles above you, lowering herself a fraction of an inch. The sensation is exquisite and in that instant you desire nothing more than to buck your hips and burry yourself fully within her, yet she holds you down. She bends fluidly at her narrow waist, her soft full breasts hovering pendulous above your muscular chest, her erect nipples barely touching you, tickling. “Will you be my sex slave?” she whispers in your ear.