"Did your boyfriend really choose football over that bikini?"She twirled and wiggled her hips. "You like it?"The lump in my shorts approved and I nodd...d. "Very much."Blatantly ogling my crotch before flicking her gaze to my eyes, she breathed, "So I see," and took another mouthful of cocktail. Swallowed. Traced a fingertip around the rim of her glass, a bead of condensed liquid forming that she licked off. "Tell me, what would it take to make my body really excite you?"I nearly spat my drink. She puts more effort into this one, if he cums hard like a horse breeding then perhaps he will give her some food scraps.Before she was captured she used to have a secret boyfriend. They would lay in the field that smells of honeycomb together and practice kissing. One time they had a picnic and he kissed her as he had a pickled onion in his mouth, transferring it into her mouth, her tongue rolling around the pickled onion. He told her that she must be amazing at pleasuring men. Now she knows. She said I know, I'm going to leave it that way. She asked if I thought her outfit was sexy? I said yes very. What about me leaving my pussy exposed, I'd that erotic? I said yes very. Then she put her hands on her hips and said well why hasn't your dick started to get hard? I thought to myself yeah why hasn't it? She came over and took my soft meat in her hands and begain jerking me off. Still nothing. She said you are impotent. I said no way. She said yes you can't get hard no matter what. How. “I trusted that you would not hurt me despite your prize winning cock.” She smiled and gently fondled me again in her hands.“How soon before this monster is ready again?” she squeezed my cock gently, effectively stopping it from going down beyond the half-way mark.“Just as soon as I have prepared you to receive it” I smiled in reply, moving my hands down to her pussy once again to open those wonderful lips. This time my fingers separated her slick folds freely, a single finger gently entering.