Amalia Anderson
I wanted him, all of him, and yet I had no idea how to make him feel the way he makes me feel when he touches me.
I knelt before him. I have heard about blow jobs, but I had no idea if he enjoyed them, or what to do... So I looked up at him, willing to learn, willing to be taught how to touch him so I can have him coming undone under my lips, my mouth, or my touch.
"Are you sure?" He asked, and I hated that he didn´t find me capable of doing it.
"Why do you ask? Don´t you want me to?" I bit my lower lip, and he took a shuddering breath.
"I ask, because I don´t want you to feel obligated, and of course, I want you to... I love you, Amalia... all of you, and I am so f*****g horny, and hard for you."
"Then show me... I don´t want to hurt you..." I said, and he chuc
