PsionicCuttlefish
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 10, 2012
RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...
As I kissed my bitch's nipples, I noticed her suddenly start to blush strongly. But it didn't seem to be because I was sucking on her breasts, because she was staring over and down at my cock that had just become erect. Odd. She had seen it several times already, hell, she had sucked it not too long ago. I wondered what was getting her going this time...but ultimately, it probably didn't matter. With time, her embarrassment and shyness would wash away, and I'd be able to do all manner of naughty things with her without her blushing about it, once she got used to it. When I pulled off her nipples and commanded her to get to work, she mumbled a bit in return and bit her lip while looking away. I just evenly watched as she then moved herself down, letting her breasts rub down my shirted chest, but she then clumsily missed and only pushed one breast on top of my cock rather than letting my cock slide between her cleavage.
I frowned. Her blushing and shyness and embarrassment was kind of cute, right up until it affected her performance. She recovered, slipping my cock between her breasts, then slowly brought her hands up to squeeze them together, engulfing my cock in her warm, soft titflesh.
But I wasn't 'feeling it' from her. She was hesitating.
"Come on, kittybitch, you can do better." I said as I put my arms out to the sides over the back of the couch and spread my legs a little wider to give her better access. "I thought you were educated and smart. You should be able to remember enough of the reading material earlier to do well on this test. Come on, move those tits. Make me feel good." I said, hoping that this would encourage her to start giving me a real performance.
As I kissed my bitch's nipples, I noticed her suddenly start to blush strongly. But it didn't seem to be because I was sucking on her breasts, because she was staring over and down at my cock that had just become erect. Odd. She had seen it several times already, hell, she had sucked it not too long ago. I wondered what was getting her going this time...but ultimately, it probably didn't matter. With time, her embarrassment and shyness would wash away, and I'd be able to do all manner of naughty things with her without her blushing about it, once she got used to it. When I pulled off her nipples and commanded her to get to work, she mumbled a bit in return and bit her lip while looking away. I just evenly watched as she then moved herself down, letting her breasts rub down my shirted chest, but she then clumsily missed and only pushed one breast on top of my cock rather than letting my cock slide between her cleavage.
I frowned. Her blushing and shyness and embarrassment was kind of cute, right up until it affected her performance. She recovered, slipping my cock between her breasts, then slowly brought her hands up to squeeze them together, engulfing my cock in her warm, soft titflesh.
But I wasn't 'feeling it' from her. She was hesitating.
"Come on, kittybitch, you can do better." I said as I put my arms out to the sides over the back of the couch and spread my legs a little wider to give her better access. "I thought you were educated and smart. You should be able to remember enough of the reading material earlier to do well on this test. Come on, move those tits. Make me feel good." I said, hoping that this would encourage her to start giving me a real performance.