She had managed to slide my underpants to the side enough to expose me. I was leaving a sticky trail over her lips and chin, I could feel it. And, I knew she loved every minute of it. This was one of our favorite games, me using her for my pleasure.
I’ve never thought of myself as a dominant type. Certainly, I’m nowhere near as commanding as Miss Baxter, even on my best day. But, Moona could so easily lose herself in the joy of submitting to my whims, that I would gladly put on that mask for her, even if it was only in the bedroom.
I reached out to take one of Moona’s already standing n*****s and rolled it between my finger and thumb, making it stiffer. I pulled upward and she arched her back to close the gap. I pinched and she moaned. “You’re incorrigible,” I said.
She snickered.
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