It didn’t help his entrapped member feel any more comfortable.“Are you mine?” she asked, her voice sultry, exuding superiority and promise.She s...iled across the table, her fingers grazed the back of his hand.“Are you mine, John?” she repeated.He swallowed. He wasn’t sure he could speak, let alone give a coherent answer.“Arghh—yes, I am yours!” he whispered, his voice in danger of breaking.Her teasing was driving him to distraction! She was playing with him, like a cat toying with a mouse. Only. "Lottë bit her lip and cautiously reached out one forefinger touching it momentarily. It did nothing so she touched it again and ran her finger down its length. It started to enlarge and she withdrew her hand quickly again."Try holding it, darling."She looked up at him uncertainly."Go on, my darling. It's yours to play with."She was still biting her lip but did as he suggested. It grew a bit more but did not do anything sudden or alarming. She gently squeezed it and tested its texture. Its. Truth be told, it was probably no strange action to him, same movements as with a girl.We both began to moan louder and louder, more and more often. “Oh god, it’s so tight” Tim was able to blurb out in the process, clearly enjoying it. He kept pushing deeper and deeper it seemed, thrusting harder and harder. I could feel every inch of him pushing in, feeling my hole tightening harder and harder, squeezing every bit of him.“Can I fuck you on your back? I want to see your cock.” Tim sort of. Still breathing heavily she took my face in her hands and whispered to me. "Give me some time, go on." Then she kissed my face and came down a bit. "Why are we lying on the floor when there is such a big bed? Come on, I'll pay you back." Together we stood up and she showed me that I should lie down. She squatted between my legs and pushed a pillow under my bottom. Now she bent over to me and kissed me on the mouth and slowly went down. One hand she had put around my penis and drove slowly up.