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I was in heels and stockings, gloves, and that was it. I walked around and held my breasts firm against my body. I leaned over, bent over so my ass was close to his face and moaned from between my legs, looking at him upside down. "Come on, Danny, just a peek, I'm naked for you baby, look at my ass."
He turned his head the other way and I leaned over, reclining the chair back as far as it would go, his head just inches from the ground, almost upside down.
I moved my pussy right over his head and lowered it against him but he turned, gritting his teeth. I hissed at him under my breath, I told him how wet I was, I ordered him to take a deep breath, the last breath he could, and then I lowered myself mercilessly upon him.
And then I laid across his body, gripping the chair for leverage, my chin against his tight stomach, my eyes focussed on his trapped cock upright, the plastic cage, the relentless pumping, sucking, sucking.
His tongue inside me was nirvana; he licked me with such precision that I writhed against his face in no time, I felt my wetness coat him and my hips press against him so hard the chair rocked. I dug my nails into the leather of the chair and cried out in orgasm, rocking on him, thrusting my cunt harder and harder against his strong tongue.
And that pissed me off.
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