Desperate For Someone To Pleasure Me Down There

then she lowered her mouth to it, and tongued the head of it with slow small circles. She was beating his upturned ass with a steel hair brush, his cheeks flaming red. That key was the answer to his prayers….the fix he had been searching for, the elixir for the wound… She saw him lay there and take her torture and never show anger. She started moving slowly on his lap, a sort of fidgeting like a restless child in church. Almost there, he said to himself….feeling as giddy as a child with candy. She smiled deeply at the sight of his neatly shaved member. She had him lay on his back, and stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing him critically.