And then he kisses my sweaty body slowly, I can sense his pride because he knows, I'm sweaty because of him. all the way down to my nethers, he goes, he's such a good boy the way he eats his feast, the one he made between my legs. The kitty LOVES her 'milk' and so does Bryan. 😏
Partly because he gave me what I wanted but also because he got what he wanted x2. As he's down there, I continue talking to him, Bryan works hard on the top floor of our firm, he's a boss, the tells people what to do all day and deals with, well, morons. Crazy clients, countless cases, in short the man is stressed. So when he comes home, he doesnt get to be the boss, I do.
Hence the smirk. He loves it when I talk to him. I entice, I pull away, I order, I sweet talk. I know what he wants, when he wants and how he wants. I can say one thing but do something else or add a little more of that, it's a perfect seduction stew. Add that to the caressing, the hair pulling etc, and I have him in my back pocket. (the back pocket of the slacks he ripped off me as soon as I walked in the door that are on the floor somewhere)
I told him he was a good boy but that I was thirsty, so he did like all little he-bitches do and he went to eat, and boy was he hungry!
He came back up, mouth pursed, beard gleaming from the moisture of my nethers, (gotta keep the beard moisturized fellas!!) and our eyes met. His beautiful green eyes glistening with lust and ofcourse love. He's a happy little love slave. Believe it or not, this is his favourite part. I said I was thisty, now he gets to quench my thirst.
I run my fingers though that sexy pepper hair, (remember when we were younger and thought men in their 50s were old? haha, we were so dumb. 50s is where it's at!) While holding it in my fist, I gently caress his cheek with my thumb, I lean him in, and our lips brush slightly, just a tease, I look at his mouth, still pursed. Still smirking, he can't speak. I meet his eyes again, and smile. He knows what that means.
He leans in, no words spoken, and he kisses me, just lips. And as I part mine, he quenches my thirst.
My body reacts as I reach for more of him inside me, suddenly, he parts with my lips and his eyes glance over from the side of my face, looking for reassurance, that he was a good boy who did what he was told. Just the way his mistress wanted it, and if I wanted more, of course. He's always here to please. Ready, for another round.
He's truly is my good little he-bitch.
Fin.
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