There were tears now and she lay beside him on the bed and comforted him. “Good boy,” she whispered, stroking his hair, smoothing his smarting bottom with her hand. She began to kiss him, kiss his eyes and his cheeks and his mouth, then pushing in with her tongue. She put her hand down to his c**k and found it hard. For a moment she contemplated having him f**k her. She knew she was wet, was ready. But her love of power, her deep delight in the pleasure of controlling him and denying him, got the better of her lust for f*****g, and instead she began to tease him, knowing she would not give him what he most desired.
She moved down the bed and took his c**k in her mouth, sucking gently, squeezing it with her hand as she licked and kissed his c**k and took it as far into her mouth as she co
