
Got to love the udders~

Not allowing her to orgasm unless she’d swallowed his cum worked wonders on her enthusiasm and eagerness towards oral sex. For the past two weeks, she’s only been permitted an orgasm once. Of course, he’s gotten plenty of blowjobs, but he always makes sure his seed lands anywhere but on her eagerly awaiting tongue.

A little taste. A little tease. Just enough to make you weak in the knees and then he orders you to lower your skirt again. That’s all for today and it’s both plenty and not enough to keep you going. It’s torture.

It’s the blonde girls struggle not to cum. It’s the task of the other to make her cum. I wonder who will fail and suffer from a three week denial period.

You could play with your breasts when he fucked your mouth and dutifully you squeezed them, trying to alleviate some of the aches that echoed in your pussy. Each pass of his cock in your mouth made your pussy grow slicker and the need grow. Soon your nails would be digging into your delicate flesh.

He loved making it more difficult for you ever since you learned how to cum without touching your clit. The position only allowed for short, shallow thrusts and it was nowhere near enough to make you cum. But just enough to keep you beautifully on edge.

I know its degrading and humiliating and I shouldn’t like the thought of it, but imagine being restrained like this and you cannot see and so have no idea who it is behind you or what they are going to do next. You may never know who it is, and so are for ever left wondering and guessing, perhaps a family friend; or maybe a total stranger, OR imagine that when it is happening the man speaks, and you recognize him as an old school teacher or that arrogant white boy at school you detested ……
And you love cock so much it doesn’t even matter who it’s attached to.

