She rolled on top of me, straddling my hips, and began amusing herself with my boobs. I’m always surprised at how both men and women and everyone else are completely mesmerized by a pair of t**s. I worked it to my advantage.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I want to ask you to do something kinky.”
“Something kinky?” she asked. “I like kinky. What sort of kinky?”
Grabbing her hands as they played with my n*****s I looked her right in the eyes and put just a hint of power behind my words. I didn’t want to unduly influence her but I didn’t want her to have doubts about what I could do for her either. “Would you pee in a jar for me?”
The question made Aisling laugh, partly from nervousness, but also from the ridiculousness of the question. Who asks such a thing and why would it be kink
