I know I’m the one kneeling, but damn do I feel powerful right now. He needed this so much, he didn’t even take the time to remove his jacket or undo his belt.
He’s still for a few moments, breathing hard, until he opens his eyes and looks down at me, cleaning him off with my tongue.
“Was I good…sir?”
He smiles.
Then he lifts me up by my armpits, turns me around to the big marble island, bends me over it, and yanks down my yoga pants and panties to the middle of my thighs.
Standing to one side of me, he slides his left hand under my hips and between my legs. He strokes my throbbing c**t between his thumb and forefinger.
I gasp in pleasure.
Keeping his left hand between my legs, he runs his right hand all over my exposed bottom, his jaw gritted as he stares at it.
The slap on my ass
