I would massage you with strawberry oil, caressing your breasts, neck but and legs slowly working my way in to your wet pussy, I would then massage yo...r pussy till its dripping wet listening to you moan. Slowly I would start licking that strawberry oil off your smooth bare wet pussy. Fully enjoying myself to your helpless naked gift of your sexy body. I wouldn't stop fingering and licking until you climax. Listening for your screams and moans. Feeling your hips buck Into my face but stopped by. I wanted to scream that he was making me cum.“You won't like this either,” he murmured, his fingers moving under the silk.“No I don't,” Charlotte whispered, spreading her thighs wide, her hips moving and lifting.I watched his hand slide right inside her panties. “You won't want me to fuck you, then,” he said. Her head tilted back and she moaned like a slut.He turned to me and without a word strapped my wrists behind my back.His eyes stared into mine. My heart crashed against my ribs and I felt. He drew a blank. The only Wendy he had ever really known was way back in college, and they never got to the ‘baby’ stage. Clearly, a wrong number. Still, though… ‘Thank you for last night, sweetie. It was so special.’ Oh, that voice! It sent a shiver through Mitch’s body. Clearly, this was a wrong number. There was no other explanation. No girl had ever called Mitch’s number and used that deep, throaty, sensuous type of voice. Who was she? And who was the lucky guy who had spent this great. Hearing his loud groans as he came, I recoiled, surprised by this, but he must have stepped forward, more cum shooting out and coating my face. "Oh my... god yes...." Will groaned over me, finishing off his orgasm, his cum seeping on my skin, able to smell the pungent odor of it as it coated my face. I remained sitting there, surprised, amazed, and dumbfounded. "How did today turn into me giving him a blowjob and then getting cum on?" I thought to myself as I remained motionless, hearing Will.