I could smell my sweet sent rising up. While running my fingers of my right hand through his hair I said, “Do you smell that?”
As he responded his voice was slightly muffled by my leather clad thighs in a vice grip around his head, “Yes, Barbara. You smell amazing.”
“If you want to see me in this cat suit I want you to beg. Beg to be allowed to see me in all of this tight black leather. Beg like your life counted on it”
Peter was trembling as he began to beg.
“Please Barbara! Please allow me to look at you. Please!”
“Louder!” I barked.
Peter began to scream, “Please! Please! Please allow me to see you. Please allow me to look at you in the leather cat suit.”
His passionate please were muffled by my thighs but vibration of his words in my lower half made me saturated with moisture. T
