The Leather Anniversary—Part 2 free porn video

I refilled my glass of champagne and went into the bathroom to freshen up. Truth is I was a little nervous as well, perhaps just as nervous as Sean. After all, it was my first time with a new lover. I always get those nervous jitters with someone new. You know how it is. A million questions race through your mind. What are they like in bed? What if they don’t like me? What if I’m not attracted to them? What if they aren’t attracted to me? What if they’re a serial killer? Maybe I’m a little neurotic when it comes to things like that.



By the time I heard the knock on the door, I was a nervous wreck. By design, my new lover was to wait thirty minutes after I called. That delay was supposed to torment my husband, I didn’t expect it to affect me just as much. Even my fifth (or maybe it was the sixth) glass of champagne had done little to ameliorate those fears. What did, was seeing my new lover standing there smiling when I opened the door.



“Come on in,” I said invitingly. As we walked over to the bed, holding hands, I looked at my husband. He looked so pathetic sitting there, naked except for the blindfold. Really, I felt sorry for him. I could only imagine what he was going through, what I was putting him through. It was a delicious torture, and if I didn’t love doing it so much, I would have put him out of his misery.



“Chris, this is my husband Sean. Please forgive him for not standing up,” I smiled, turning my attentions to my new lover.



Apparently, the tremendous anticipation of our night together had taken its toll on Chris as well. Without saying a word, my new lover pushed me back on the bed forcefully before collapsing on top of me, as if worried I may change my mind. Our lips pressed firmly together, our tongues caressed each other’s in a passionate embrace. After nearly a month of meticulous planning and preparation, the desire for one another slowly building, we were finally having our night together. That month had served as foreplay enough, and the torment I had just put both Sean and myself through, had nearly driven me to insanity. I needed release!



Finally, Chris began kissing and licking down my body. I closed my eyes, enjoying every sensation, resisting the urge to scream out, to force my new lover lower and beg to be fucked. Finally, I felt a tongue licking along the waistband of my panties. My knees and hips flexed invitingly as I felt hands slide under my ass, gripping that waistband. I lifted up and felt them slide down my legs. I could even feel the wetness of the crotch as it slid over my left great toe, the cool air kissing it as if wanting to taste me as well. I spread my legs wide, imagining how swollen my labia and clitoris must be.



“Oh baby, eat me. Do you see how fucking wet my pussy is for you?”



I could lie to you and tell you that I was talking dirty for Sean’s benefit. Truthfully, I wasn’t thinking much about him at all. Sure, I had carefully contrived every detail up to this point. His predicament, being naked and exposed, bound to the chair, and completely blinded while listening to my new lover pleasuring me was cleverly plotted to keep him on edge. And of course I knew that I would be talking dirty, and that Sean would be hanging on every word. Still, I wasn’t talking dirty for my husband’s sake, I was doing it for my lover’s….and my own.



“Oh, yes! Suck my fucking clit. Oh, shit it’s so fucking hard for you. Put your lips around it. Suck it like it’s a tiny cock. That’s it, taste me. Oh baby, I’m going to cum for you. I’m going to cum all over your fucking mouth.”



My hands squeezed and gripped Chris’s head. I needed that tongue on me, licking me. I needed that mouth sucking me, tasting my lust. I needed Chris to know exactly how strong my desire was. Yes, I wanted Sean to know too, to know that my invisible lover was making me cum so divinely, but his pleasure and anguish were more of a second-thought, really just a bonus. No, at that moment, I had a new lover, and they were my focus, they had my undivided attention.



My hips rocked, grinding my pussy against Chris’s mouth. I’ve seen the video many times, God, it’s so fucking sexy! I had my legs spread wide, my heels planted firmly in the mattress. Both hands pulled Chris into me, hard into my pussy as my body convulsed in orgasm.



“Oh you fucker, suck me, suck my fucking clit! Oh my fucking God I’m cumming so fucking hard!”



Even after that first orgasm, I didn’t let up. I continued fucking my lover’s mouth through at least a half dozen more orgasms until I finally collapsed onto the mattress in sheer exhaustion. I laid there moaning, my body drenched in sweat as Chris continued to lick me. I smiled to myself, knowing I had found someone special. Now it was my turn to reward their excellent service.



Have you ever cum so hard that it gave you a headache? I get them after particularly massive orgasms. Thankfully, they don’t last very long. After a few deep breaths, I got up slowly, the throbbing in my head gradually dissipating. I looked down at Sean’s throbbing cock. The poor thing was purple, it looked like it was about to explode. I reached down and removed the cock and ball rings, the pressure in his cock seemingly escaping through his mouth in a sigh of relief. Smiling, I straddled his lap and pulled off the blindfold.



“I’m so sorry babe. That thing was on much longer than it should have been.”



I could see the wheels spinning as he looked around the room, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light. When he saw the room was empty, save the two of us, his expression was a strange combination of bewilderment and disappointment, like a child who just learned the truth about Santa.



“Is something wrong?” I asked as I leaned down and gently kissed his pouty lips.



“No, nothing at all,” he lied.



“We still have so much fun ahead of us, babe,” I said, reaching down, gently massaging his tender testicles. “Are they okay? Ready for another round?” I asked looking into his eyes, holding up the rings in front of him.



He nodded, but I could sense a hint of uncertainty. Some of it was concern that his boys couldn’t tolerate another prolonged period of entrapment. But it was more than that. He was unsure as to why. With an empty room, his testicles untethered, and me sitting on his lap kissing him, Sean had expected release. He expected me to make love to him. Now he knew that wasn’t to come any time soon, but what else did I have in store for him? It was like gazing into the eyes of a child, getting onto a roller coaster for the first time, fearing the unknown, yet eager to discover. A gentle moan of both pain and pleasure escaped his lips as I secured the bands back in place.



Sean looked so pitiful. He had always been my hero, my protector. I knew he still was, but he had given up that role temporarily, putting himself in my power. He placed every bit of his trust in me, and I felt so honored. It’s not every day that someone loves you so much that they will do anything for you, that they will relinquish every ounce of control to you. Yes, he looked feeble and worthless, but I loved him whole-heartedly for it. And with all the love I had for him, I kissed him, our eyes closing as our love flowed between us.



Even though I knew it was coming, I still felt a little surprised when I felt Chris’s cold hands on my back. “Baby, I think it’s time for you to meet Chris,” I said smiling. As I moved aside, I watched his eyes widen in disbelief. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think we were all alone?” A menacing smile spread across my face as I stood, facing my new lover, turning my back on my husband as if scolding him for doubting my veracity.



With over a month of pent up excitement released, I finally had the faculties to take Chris in. At 5’1” Christina is even shorter than I am. Her pictures really didn’t do her justice, she is simply stunning. I’d never ask another woman her weight, but she’s so petite that she couldn’t have weighed a 100 pounds. Her curly blonde hair reached well past her shoulders. Despite being February, she had this golden glow, like she spent days in the sun, and yet not a single tan line. When she smiled, the cutest, sexiest little dimples adorned her cheeks. But what stood out the most to me were her eyes, she had the most captivating green eyes. I don’t know. I guess I’m a sucker for eyes.



When Chris arrived, she wore this amazing white dress that did little to conceal her. A slender strap draped across each shoulder, only slightly covering each of her breasts before coming together just below her navel. That dress left little to the imagination. Now she stood in front of me in only a bathrobe, left untied, which left even less. She was truly a goddess, and I felt utterly undeserving of her, particularly since I had never been with another woman.



My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped forward and leaned down to kiss her. It was the sweetest, softest, most tender kiss I have ever experienced. Initially, it was only our lips, barely touching. Hers were so soft and moist, succulent. Then I felt her mouth open slowly, the tip of her tongue leisurely caressing my lips before slipping into my mouth. It was a kiss like no other. I mean I thought Sean had a gentle touch, as had our blue-eyed stranger, but you’ve never experienced tenderness until you’ve kissed another woman.



I surrendered to her, our tongues dancing together in my mouth like a graceful ballet. As I reached up to cradle her head, she untied my bustier, letting it fall to the floor. Fully exposed to her, she cupped my naked breast in her hand. She had such a deceivingly gentle touch. Her hand was so astonishingly light, yet able to maximally arouse every nerve ending. But when she pinched my hardened nipple between her delicate fingers, I didn’t know whether to cry out in pleasure or scream out in pain.



Suddenly, her hands dropped to my waist, pulling me to her. Our bodies molded together as we held each other. Although she was smaller, her breasts were at least a C-cup, if not a D—a stark contrast to my relatively tiny 34B’s. And although I love feeling my husband’s strong, firm, hairy chest against me, I more than welcomed Christina’s soft, succulent breasts against mine. As we continued our passionate embrace, her rigid nipples dug into my flesh. Just as suddenly, she let go and pushed away.



I could see the longing in Christina’s eyes, capped off with a hint of trepidation. As she chewed her bottom lip, her shoulders dropped, allowing her robed to glide down her arms and puddle around her feet. She backed away a few feet, hoisting herself up onto the large wooden desk. She just sat there, facing me, coaxing me in with her eyes. A wide smile spread across her face as she opened her legs even wider, invitingly.



I tried to act calm. Inside, I wanted to rush over to her–to ravage her. I tried my best to saunter instead, as seductively as I could. I failed miserably. It’s almost impossible to “saunter” when your legs feel like Jell-O anchored in cement. I got there, eventually, her toned calves wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into the small of my back pulling me to her.



Christina’s arms snaked around my neck, pulling me down to her. Again, we kissed, her tongue pushing into my mouth much more forcibly than before. Again, I felt her nipples prodding me. Still, my focus was on an entirely new sensation, one I had never felt before. Down below, just below my belly button, was this amazing warmth, this wetness. She was rubbing herself on me. I know it was just my tummy, but it was incredible. God, she was soaked, and those juices washed away any lingering fears and doubts.



Without warning, she broke our kiss, her lips trailing down my neck. My neck never flinched. In fact, it extended, welcoming her kissing. She continued, lowering her lips to my breasts, slowly and deliberately sucking each of my nipples. Eventually she settled on the left, trapping the nipple between her teeth as she flicked her tongue across it. With each delicious breath, she bit down, just slightly, eliciting little pulses of electricity from my clit. Her tiny hands massaged my tits, each movement sending shivers across my flesh. Looking down just turned me on even more. A warm glow washed over me as I watched another woman pleasure me.



My breathing was quickly becoming more labored. When I felt her hand slither down between us, I had to brace myself. At first I just slid them down to her ass, pulling her closer to me, but when I felt her slender fingers brush across my clit, I relied on the edge of the desk for support. Christina’s fingers sunk further into my slit, the palm of her hand nestled against my clit as her fingertips eased inside of me. She continued to slide her fingers up and down, across my labial folds and over my clitoris, eventually pushing two fingers deep inside of me.



I felt so weak, so powerless. My head fell forward, collapsing on her shoulder as I whimpered into her ear. As I bucked my hips against her hand, Christina pushed the full length of her fingers inside me, brushing against my most sensitive spot. “Oh, FUCK,” I groaned, my voice shaking as wildly as my legs were. Christina sucked harder on my nipple with each thrust inside of me, then bit down, sending me over the edge. As she continued to fuck me through my climax, my knees buckled. I held onto her, clinging to her, nearly pulling her down to the floor on top of me. It was the hottest, most intense orgasm I had ever had, all at the hands of another woman. Or should I say the hand of another woman?



Christina continued to hold onto me as I crumpled over, sliding my head down to her lap. I rested there, trying to regain my composure. I could hardly believe what had just happened. If she could do that with a finger, my God, what else could she do? With my lungs starved for oxygen, I couldn’t help but breathe her in, and the aroma emanating from her pussy proved more intoxicating than the champagne. My body was drained but my hunger willed me to my feet. I knew I had to make her feel the exact same way.



Inch by inch, I kissed my way up her tiny frame. I started with her sexy little belly, so taught and rippled without an ounce of fat. I lapped at the beads of sweat between her breasts, those soft globes caressing my cheeks as I detected a slight hint of Tommy Girl. I felt absolutely torn, wanting to kiss every inch of her body, yet not wanting to move. By the time my lips reached the crook of her neck, my hands had worked their way to her breasts. My fingers trembled as they explored her, as they touched another woman for the first time.



As I continued kissing up Christina’s neck, I felt her pulling me into her, her hands squeezing my ass. I took her earlobe between my lips, biting down gently while my fingers tweaked her nipple. “Oh, fuck me. Please fuck me,” she begged, panting in my ear.



Smiling, I guided her back over to the bed, laying her down in front of Sean’s ogling eyes. I knelt between her legs, my hands on her inner knees pushing them apart as my eyes took in her beautiful pussy. It looked absolutely scrumptious. Back then, I usually left a small landing strip of hair above my pussy. Hers was completely bald. It was so incredibly smooth that it looked like she never had a hair on it. I found out later she had waxed it that morning specifically for me. I suddenly felt utterly obligated to show her my appreciation.



I leaned forward, my face inches away from her sex. I gently slid my fingers up her slit, playing in her wetness. Her labia were so swollen and full, like pouty lips begging for attention. I pushed them aside, exposing her hard clit that now poked out from under its hood like a tiny cock. Her inner lips were the sweetest pink, like the color of bubble gum, and just as mouth-watering.



I had never smelled another woman before. Sure, I had smelled my own pussy…on my hand, even on my panties. But it just isn’t the same. I always figured it’s like trying to smell your own breath. Her scent was definitely different than mine….at least from what I could tell. Mine was always so light, generally smelling of powder or perfume. Hers was much stronger, headier, a wonderful musk that had me drunk with lust.



Closing my eyes, I reached out with my tongue, tentatively. I had always enjoyed tasting myself, but for some reason I was nervous. I felt her slick folds against my lips as my tongue worked its way upward until I found her firm button. As my tongue circled her clit, I heard Christina gasp, then felt her fingers on my scalp, squeezing, pulling me into her. Her slender fingers swam through my hair, sliding along my head, caressing it. Each strand sent vibrations through my entire body like strings of a harp, she played me like a virtuoso.



Moving down, I pushed my tongue inside her, feeling her walls gripping my tongue. “Oh fuck yes. Push your tongue up my pussy. Fuck it with your tongue. Tongue fuck me, baby.”



I loved the way she talked to me. Sean has always been so quiet. For once, I got to experience another lover saying what I was thinking, what she was thinking. I felt so connected to her. As I felt a drop of my wetness running down my leg, I started picturing her words in my mind. Mmmmm, yes, I was fucking her with my tongue. I was using my tongue as a cock, like a dick that could taste her excitement. I couldn’t resist running my hand down to my own clit, feeling my own excitement as I wriggled my tongue inside of her, tasting hers.



When I felt Christina pushing her ass down into the mattress, I knew I had teased her enough. I pulled away and looked at her, first at her inflamed cunt. My God it was fucking soaked, and so were the sheets. Then I looked up into her eyes. She was looking down at me, pleading with her eyes. Leaning in, I took her clit between my lips, sucking it into my mouth. As my tongue flicked across the tip, Christina pulled my face into her, grinding against my mouth.



Her clit was like a tiny switch, unleashing a fury of lust deep within her, and for a second, well maybe a minute or two, I was genuinely afraid. Her fingers were no longer gently stroking my hair, they were torturing it. With clenched fist, she yanked and tugged, setting my scalp ablaze. Her clit felt like a tiny knuckle pressed against my lips, and as it squeezed the blood from them, my lips began to tingle before going completely numb. I suddenly felt used, a mere sex toy for her personal pleasure.



My first instinct was to reach up and slap her. I fought off that urge as I searched for a more constructive way to let her know of my discomfort. First, I tried to move my lips, mainly to try to restore some sensation to them. As my lips stretched and parted, Christina’s swollen clit came crashing down, right on my tooth. My heart sank. I just knew I had hurt her, and might have chipped a tooth as well. Her scream made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.



“Oh, FUCK!” She lay motionless on the bed, her grip slowly releasing as she sank away from me. A stridorous shriek escaped her lungs as she took her first breath. She lay like that panting for what seemed an eternity. Slowly, her thighs began to tighten, squeezing my head. Her grip on my hair gradually returned. “Oh, you bitch. You beautiful fucking bitch,” she muttered, a smile broadening across her lips. That’s when my fear subsided. I hadn’t hurt her at all, I had made her cum. My God, I had just made another woman cum, with my mouth.



Even when Christina drove her hips back against my mouth, thrusting her clit over and over into my teeth, there was no fear. Yes, she was using me as a toy, fucking my mouth—and I loved every second of it. Opening slightly, I caught her clit between my teeth, scraping the tender flesh as it forced its way between them. I bit down, gently at first. It was enough to make her stop bucking at least. I looked up at her, smiling, her juices dripping from my chin.



“You really think I’m beautiful?” I asked her smiling, still trying to regain the sensation in my lips.



She nodded. “Every spectacular inch of you,” she replied with a look overflowing with both genuineness and lust.



I eased three fingers inside of her, curling the tips upward as I felt the roughness of her inner walls gripping them. Watching her eyes, her body, her reactions, I searched inside her, feeling for that special spot. When she took that quick breath in, her tummy tightened, I knew I had it. Slowly, in and out, back and forth, I massaged her, slowly but surely increasing my speed and intensity, mapping out its precise location. Every breath was a little shorter than the one before, a little deeper. Every gyration of her hips was just slightly more pronounced.



Christina’s hands left me, sliding up her own body in a quest for more stimulation. I knew I was teasing her, just as I teased my husband. But Sean was tied up, forced to watch me pleasuring my lover, unable to satiate his own desires. Together, we watched as her delicate hands slid up her body, along her sides. We watched as they cupped her own breasts, her fingers delving in the crevices under them. And we watched as her fingertips circled those beautiful brown areolas before pinching and pulling forcefully at her engorged nipples. There is nothing sexier than watching a beautiful woman pleasuring herself. I took great satisfaction knowing that I was her inspiration. It was just one more blissful agony my husband was forced to endure.



With her back arching to her own touch, I sucked Chris’s clit into my mouth. My lips pursed around her, holding it in place while my tongue darted across the tip. I loved how it felt, like a miniature dick, and as she bucked and squirmed, it brushed back and forth across my lips as if she were fucking my mouth. That nasty little thought alone may have been enough to push me over the edge. Still, I had a cornucopia of erotic stimuli to assist in that regard. There was the sexy image of Chris pinching and pulling her nipple, her breasts bouncing as she let go. There were the wonderful squishes filling my ear as my fingers plowed into her sex. There were her fingers gripping and pulling my hair, and her thighs squeezing my head. There was her cunt, her clit, fucking my hand and face. There was her smell, her taste, the feel of her nectar covering my face. And finally there was the most amazing, beautiful sound I had ever heard—the sounds of her cries as she came. I was giving another woman the ultimate pleasure, and this time it wasn’t by accident.



I didn’t let up until I felt her hands on my forehead, pushing me away. Once again, I looked up at her precious body, her chest heaving, her body glistening. With a smile of content, she opened her eyes. “That was fucking amazing.”



The arrogance I felt after making her cum so powerfully energized me. I stood, wiping her juices from my chin as I looked down on my pathetic husband. I didn’t say a word to him as I uncuffed him, freeing him from his chair. My cocked smile seemed enough to communicate my entire message. Suddenly I felt powerful. No, that’s not really accurate. I had been dominating him, the power I felt over him had been mine since those cuffs were secured around his wrist. It was like I knew I had given her a better orgasm, like I had done his job better than he ever could. It was like I was a better lover, a better man than he was. That’s it, I was a better man, and God that felt fabulous.



I took Sean’s cock in my hand, stroking it lightly while gazing deeply into his eyes. In a seductive whisper I ordered him, “Show her what kind of lover you are. Show her what this cock can do. Fuck her. Fuck her hard. Give the bitch the kind of fucking she deserves.” I unfastened the rings and guided him into her, watching my husband’s cock disappear into another woman’s soaking pussy. I watched as another woman took my husband inside of her. I was giving him to her. I was giving her to him. And watching it was giving me yet another orgasm, my knees wobbling as I squeezed my thighs together, tightening them around my pulsating clit.



“Already?!” I heard Christina’s voice ring out in a moan of disappointment.



“Sorry,” I replied, half chuckling, wondering why she would even care if I came. “I couldn’t help myself.”



“Not you……Him!” she cried.



I opened my eyes, treated to Sean’s contorted face. His body was stiff, locked deep inside of her as his cock unloaded over four hours of pent up sexual frustration into her. I didn’t know whether to laugh, to scold him, or to cum again. Christina’s sobbing settled that dilemma. Here was this gorgeous woman needing to get fucked, and after offering her my husband, he failed her……he failed us both…….miserably.



So when I grabbed his hair and pushed his face down into her cum-filled pussy, it wasn’t an act. “Clean her up. You better get every last drop. Eat it, you fuck.” Her pussy looked absolutely delicious with all his cum pouring out, but I was so pissed I didn’t even pay attention to it. “For the past month I’ve been bragging on you. I told her how wonderful of a lover you are. Oh, yeah, he’ll make you cum so hard. And this is what you do? Did you even get your dick all the way in before you started cumming?”



I knew my request was unreasonable. I had teased and tormented Sean for nearly four hours, edging him, keeping him on the verge of orgasm the entire night. There was no possible way he could give her the kind of fucking she deserved. Still, I took great pleasure in emasculating him.



I couldn’t help but smile when I retrieved my next selection from my bag of toys. It was one of several that I had ordered specifically for this trip, one of several that Sean had never seen. Sure, he’d seen ball gags before. Visiting adult novelty shops was one of our favorite things to do, and the ones in the French Quarter are certainly not limited in their selection. I certainly doubt Sean had ever worn one, definitely not one like this. To call it a ball gag doesn’t really do it justice. This was more of a dildo head harness with a ball gag to hold it in place. They had one that was a full leather mask as well, but that would have just hid my sweetheart’s sexy face—and his embarrassment. No, I thought this one would work much better.



“Kneel down and open up,” I ordered him.



Sean didn’t resist. He simply knelt down in front of me and opened wide, his head still hung in shame as I pushed the ball into his mouth. Standing behind him, I fastened the little belts that secured it, the entire time looking over at Chris and smiling. Once I had it nice and snug, I wrapped my hand around the 7” dong and gave it a few firm tugs.



“Finally you have a cock worthy of us,” I sneered.



“Yes mistress.”



This time when I returned to my treasure trove, I pulled out a toy for me. It was a strapon, but what made it unique were the two dongs that went inside me. The vibrating vaginal dong was about 5” long and 1 ¾” in diameter. The butt plug was only about 2” long and 1 ½” in diameter, but that was plenty for me. I have several strapons that I use on Sean, but they’re really all for him. I mean there’s an emotional decadence that you get from giving your partner pleasure, but wearing the typical strapon just doesn’t provide much physical pleasure. So when I found this one, I just had to have it. It was a little awkward putting it on, even with Sean’s assistance, but it looked and felt absolutely amazing on me.



There was another interesting quality about it—the size of the dildo. Of all my other dildos, the largest one was 8” and 1 ¾” diameter. I got that one because it so closely resembled our blue-eyed stranger’s cock. This one was 9” with a 2” diameter. I loved how Sean’s eyes widened when he saw it, if not in fear, definitely in concern. I stroked his hair lovingly, teasingly, and then laughed as I wiped the drool from his chin.



“You know, the traditional 3 rd anniversary gift is leather, don’t you?” Sean nodded his response. “Well, I know we aren’t exactly a traditional couple, but we have our own traditions, just with a unique twist on them. I hope you don’t mind that I decided to stick with the traditional leather theme to your gift this year—with my own personal spin of course.” I giggled as I pulled at the leather straps, first on Sean’s harness, then on my own.



Reaching back into my bag of goodies, I pulled out this long flyswatter-looking device. It had this long, thin, flexible handle with a thin piece of leather on the end. I didn’t even know back then that it was a riding crop. Like I said, I’m not really much of a dominatrix. I couldn’t really see myself with a whip or cracking a flogger across my husband’s back. There’s just this fine line between pleasure and pain that shouldn’t be crossed by novices, even I know that. So while this thing didn’t look like a medieval torture device, it would certainly get your attention, or more importantly, Sean’s attention.



His reaction was priceless, a sweet mixture of fear and excitement. While I could see the cool beads of sweat form on his forehead, the rise and fall of his chest become more pronounced, the raise of his eyebrows, the concern in his eyes, and the quiver in his lower lip, the twitch in his cock relayed a very different message. I knew all too well the emotions my wonderful husband was experiencing, that glorious feeling of fear being conquered by trust and love.



As I ran that tiny piece of leather up Sean’s inner thigh, his leg began to tremble. I could hear the gush of air whistling through his nostrils as he stood beside me. I continued further up, letting the leather caress his scrotum, then along his semi-rigid cock, still glistening with Christina’s wetness. With a snap of my wrist, I brought the crop crashing down on the tip of his cock, causing Sean to stiffen and wince. I followed that by little taps along the underside of his shaft, all the way down to his tender testicles.



“I guess if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. I sure as hell won’t ever send you in to do a man’s job again. Now get the fuck over there and watch how a real man does it.” I chided him while Christina just rolled her eyes and shook her head at him in disgust. I watched him mope over to the chair and sit down, slouching over in disgrace. I must admit, the dildo extending lewdly from his mouth was exquisitely enticing. Still, I had my own, and I knew just where to put it.