He come to please  part 2 she takes control

The wetness still seeping from her, i become a puppet on his strings. He stands tall wiping the wetness from the corner of his mouth. I stare up at him like a general in command. My body reacts to his instructions although he hasn’t uttered a word. The roles reversed but he’s still in control. My knees hit the floor as I help him to the chair. I look up at him with eager eyes. His lips are parted with a crooked smile. I reach for his button he stops me by pushing away my hand. Come here he pulls me to my feet grabbing me by the neck looking deep in my eyes our lips meet and my soul is set on fire. My body becomes weaker and hungrier to please. Softly I clinch his bottom lip. Stop playing with me I whisper as I get the zipper unzipped. I kiss him hard once again sliding my hands underneath the band of his boxers.  Shit he’s so hard. My knees become weaker and I reach for my hair tie. Shit it’s not there, we’ll have to improvise pulling my hair back in one hand “here hold this”. I’m ready to give in. I lower my head and I lick my lips. Slowly opening my mouth as I slide him in. I go down deep as deep as I can go. Pulling up hard I push my tongue against him until I reach the very tip. He’s speaking and moaning but I’m more focused on the task in my hand. Slow he says pulling at my hair. Mmhmm no because I know he’s about to blow.. I’m moving with his body letting him stay in control. But I have my own rhythm and I know how this is going to go. I want to taste it and feel him squirm. Pulling him soft but as hard and I can. His hands can’t stay still and my hair is out of control. He releases and I’m taking in the flow I look up at him. His eyes are closed. I think to myself shit girl you’re in control....