Look At Big Dicks But Dont Touch Them Is What Im Told

Look but don’t touch. That is the excitement of the game. We can look, but we can’t touch. I kneel there between your thighs as you stroke your long, thick, hard cock in front of me. I am excited. We know it’s wrong to play at the workplace, but isn’t that what makes it so thrilling!

I love to watch. The sight of you alone makes me wet. I am itching to touch you. Taste you. Feel you. I know this is all about you, but can you blame a girl? But that isn’t the game. Look but don’t touch.

I grind down on my heel to find some sort of relief. Biting my lip knowing what you are thing about. Know I want to bite you. Right there on the inside of your thigh. So dangerously close to what you hold dear that you can feel my every breath on you.

Up, down, up, down… It needs to be faster.. harder. I want to see his chest heaving as his breath catches. His neck straining. That pulse quickens. I play with my tits just how you like it. Watching. Watching.

Your leaking now.. and I want to lick it up. But I don’t touch. Groaning I reach between my legs stroking myself to your pace. Wanting you to fuck me, you know it, but you won’t move.

You ask me to whisper to you…

Moaning I say, ” Just watching you makes me wet. I want your cum in my mouth. I don’t want you to stop tell there is nothing left in your balls, because I want Every. Last. Drop. I want your attention. Your eyes on me. Your hands on me. All of you. I promise you. I will make you scream my name.”

And with that I bite down on your thigh. Your chest is heaving. Your head thrown back. I can see your so close. I release and open my mouth as you start to cum. Screaming my name.

Oops.. guess I lost.