I think it would be so hot to hear what another woman thinks about it.You mention me sliding my fingers up-and-down each side of her hard clit. She do...s love that so much that it tends to be part of our standard foreplay when I am the one initiating sex. When she starts it off, is usually her sliding down to begin a slow, sensual, eye contact blow job, but even when she's too tired, or not in the mood. I can grab a little coconut oil, start brushing lightly along her labia, and before long, her. She slowly shook her head, as if that could wipe his memory—and memory that was quickly returning to him the longer he stared at her. ‘You’ve got me confused with somebody else,’ she said, shaking her head. ‘I have gotta be going—’ ‘—You’re her.’ She stared up at him with a look of fright but she quickly shook her head. ‘Like I said, you’ve got me confused with somebody else—’ ‘—No,’ he said quietly as he shook his head. ‘I know it was you that night.’ She popped eyebrows. ‘I have no idea. "Umm yes?" Sarah answered."You know, this isn't just a job, I own the company." That's great." Yeah, I make six figures, so you wanna go out some time?" Uhhh," what the hell is going on here, he's hitting on me? "I have a boyfriend." I figured as much. Well listen sweetie, if he ever treats ya' bad, you give Timmy the Cab Driver a call, I'll take you out for a special night." Why thank you Tim," Sarah said, trying hard not to blow her cover, "how much do I owe you." Nothin' Princess, just. I waste no time in encouraging him, and quickly move my right hand down from his chest, over his belt buckle and between his legs. As I press my open palm against his groin, I giggle quietly as I feel his cock swelling rapidly to my touch.As we continue to kiss ever more passionately, I rub his cock gently with my flat open palm, my fingers tracing its length, impressed by what feels like a nice thick girth. I feel my own juices start to flow as my anticipation rises… Breaking from the kiss, I.