Rough Sex In High Heels On The Kitchen Counter

He knows what he’s doing. I’ve seen him with women and he’s not timid. I obey, slowly rotating, naked in the confined space, I sit on my heels facing away from him, unable to imagine where this is going. I posture up, my breasts on his knees, my hair falling into his lap as I tilt my head to swallow him. I open it for him, kissing his finger as well and move back to what I’m after. The lewd, scandalous moaning of asian sluts continues above me unabated. I gasp audibly as he pulls me off of him, and pause, wiping a tear from my cheek, feeling stupid, timid and small, unsure what to do next. And then I hear it, unmistakable moaning sounds from his laptop. I get looks, and awkward pauses, but no invitations. I posture up, my breasts on his knees, my hair falling into his lap as I tilt my head to swallow him. He pats me on the chin, and I go to work running my lips up and down, pausing