THE GAME

THE GAME

The softness of her warm lips...
especially against his neck, accompanied by her warm breath, it was his weakness.
And she knew it..but he enjoyed every minute they shared.
He was tactile and sensuous and loved to be explored...
He would kneel, with his hands behind his back..."No Using  Hands" to reciprocate.
This was the rule...
He just had to let her do her thing.
Whatever her pleasure was...he could do nothing but display his pleasure.
Soon...prior to the point of ejaculation...she would cease.
Now ....It's 'your turn' she would seductively suggest.
Oh no..not me again she would teasingly plead.....be gentle with me!
With her hands behind her back...she was ready.....
She adored the way he... traced his tongue ...wherever she desired.
Fondling, caressing, kissing, licking...Oh yesss!

This was going be "one hell of a game"