If another boyfriend had treated her like this in the past, she was sure the relationship wouldn’t have lasted very long. In fact, she could think o... several assholes she had dumped for the very same thing. Except, she felt certain, it wasn’t the same thing. Erik could be, and usually was, an amazingly attentive lover. Somehow, it was also exhilarating for him to use her purely for his own satisfaction. She realized, paradoxically, that it made her feel powerful, as though she had so driven him. Sucking him as hard as she could, he was as close to the edge as he could stand, she looked up at him one eyebrow raised. She licked her lips and stood up. Undoing her blouse one button at a time. Crimson bra almost too small for her heaving breasts, she lifted her skirt and wiggled out of her white little panties. She was wet, and slid one finger down to her anxious slit to make sure, closing her eyes with pleasure. He wanted her to continue, waiting as long as long as he could, grabbed her. I found my fingers just over her tiny clit, I began teasing it by ever so gently running my middle finger back and forth across it. Jennifer let out a deep moan. Slowly I started picking up pace, rubbing her clit gently in a circular motion, around and around. As it became more erect, I brushed over it faster and harder. She put a scream and moaned grabbed my wrist, trying to stop me from continuing to pleasure her clit. I place my hand over her mouth, and rubbed faster, she tightened her legs. Sam glanced down at the floor to see her discarded shoes, they looked tiny almost childlike, if they had not been so ridiculously high, pale blue stilettos that matched the knee length flowing summer dress she wore. She wore her blond hair scooped up with a clip so that it was difficult to tell how long it was. He wondered if it was natural or from a bottle and began to imagine ways of finding out. His body responded accordingly and he shifted uncomfortably. He moved the brief case he had with.