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“Like this,” Suzy says, voice firm, “I want you just like this.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Brian says, voice low and enthusiastic.
Suzy smiles at him, pushing on his shoulder so he slumps a little lower on his knees, so that when she steps up to him he’s not overshooting and missing her pussy by a mile. She does step up to him, her slick pussy close to his face, already wet with arousal and Brian groans in his chest. His hands are bound behind his back with thick straps that Suzy had bought for him. Brian tests them, wishing he were allowed to touch her, how he’d ask if he could open her with his fingers, tracing her slit with his index finger, feeling how soft and wet she would be for him.
He can’t touch, that’s not on the menu for the night.
Her hand slips into his hair, carding her fingers through the salt and pepper strands, tipping his head back so he’s looking up at her. He sees her smile at him and Brian’s heart quickens in his chest. She’s lovely, gorgeous standing there before him, a bra on, but no panties, yet her heels stay on, likely to help with their height difference.
The hand in his hair turns rough, nails scratching against his scalp. She brings him close to her slit, keeps him there while she rubs her pussy against his face. He isn’t licking into her, just breathing her in, the bridge of his nose allowing her purchase against her clit. He can feel her shudder, feel her gasps and she hums.
“I want you to eat me just the way I like.”
Brian looks up at her again, but he can’t talk with the way she’s holding him. Instead, he shows he’s listening by flicking his tongue against her labia. Suzy moans, and her fingers dig into his head again. Brian follows her orders, but he still can’t resist teasing her, dragging his tongue up and down her slit slowly, collecting her delicious taste, so wet against him already.
“B-Brian,” Suzy groans. Her words turn into a sweet moan when he flicks over her clit. Maybe she feels him smirk, realizes his little game, and she presses herself more firmly against him, rubbing her pussy against his face from nose to chin. Brian is enveloped in her, and with how she’s grinding on him all he can do is lick into her, let Suzy use his face, his mouth, use him for whatever she needs.
He’s achingly hard in his boxers, hard because he loves pleasing her, loves feeling like she’s using him to get off, likes feeling like something akin to a piece of meat to Suzy. Their dynamic is strange, not what people would expect, how Brian thinks not one person would imagine he’d be the one on his knees and being bossed around, but he loves it, needs it from the bewitching girl in front of him.
“F-Fuck,” Suzy moans, Brian’s tongue running a line, licking her anywhere he can. He wishes she’d let him finger her, maybe next time he’ll ask for it, beg her for it. She really likes when he begs, when he pleads for what he wants, on his knees and so hard he’s sure he’s going to die.
Suzy lets out a moan, a high pitched whine, and Brian knows she’s close. Her hand is pressed against the back of his head, keeping him in place as she grinds into his mouth. Suzy squeaks, moans, and then Brian flicks his tongue over her clit and she cries out, keeping him there, fingers twisting in his hair as she comes, and he swallows the rush of liquid and sweet she gives him, keeps licking until she pulls away, and his face is wet, and dripping with her.
He smacks his lips, licking her taste away and she groans lightly.
“Goddamn,” She says, “You’re too good at that.”
“I learned from the best,” Brian says with a wink at her.