“Tell me something naughty about you”, he asked, lifting her head so that her eyes glance up. She knew not to look him in the eye. Truth be told, she daren’t.
“Sir, when I climax, it’s so messy. I .. ‘squirt’ .. so, so much”
“Look at me”, he demanded.
“You’re nervous. I like that. But you’re also a very naughty girl. VERY naughty girl. To the extent that it needs to be proven. “
He went on .. holding eye contact with her and causing butterflies in her tummy. Shivers.
“Listen very carefully..
“I want you to watch you fingerfuck. You are to spread your legs, do whatever it takes and look at me. Think of what it might be like to unpick my buttons, undo my zip. To smooth your hand over my freshly pressed shirt and silken tie.”
“If I like what I see, if you are the naughty girl you pertain to be, I will tease my cock and watch you.”
“If you are a particularly filthy girl I will invite you to kneel before me, take me in your mouth and suck all of me down your throat. Every drop. Swallowed. Licked up. Spotless.”
“All the time still playing”
“And if you are a really good girl, I will give you a morsel of something truly filthy…”
“I will lay down on the bed .. you will straddle my shoulders .. and I demand that you cum .. ‘squirt’ .. all over my face, my tailored suit.”
“I want to watch you, pretty Miss ..”
“I want to watch you turn from pretty princess to absolute fuck whore”
“I want you to drink down every drop of my sex”
“And then to feel yours all over my face”
