Over the years, I have gone out walking very early mornings, to prance and strut, usually wearing shorts or short-shorts, with tennis shoes or flip fl...ps, sometimes bringing dresses and high heels along if the environment right. It was mostly for my own experiences to test how I truly felt and later became for my own pleasures, although simultaneously sorta expecting and/or looking for another hard dick to please, sure enough, inevitably. To my surprise, straight appearing men got at me almost. My fingers slid out only to slide against her vaginal lips as I started kissing a trail down her chin and a light bite to the neck as I moved lower to kiss her breasts and bite the nipples gently all while keeping my fingers massaging her opening and her clit as I worked my way down her body. She rocked and moaned as she knew what was coming next. Slowly, taking my time I went down lower and lower until I reached her pubic area and gave it a light suck as if to give her a hickey, it would be my. The way the wind caressed the trees with it’s slow, delicate wind… She had always admired the gentle delicacies of her surroundings, and this trait soon engrained itself into what she dreamt of to be the perfect lover. Every young mistress suffered from this stimulating anticipation, yet the customary methods of a courtship didn’t appeal to Katherine’s most sincere wishes. Her companions from childhood often spoke of the perfect man, fanciful visions of blossoming romance… yet Katherine’s heart. ?You're here to suck my cock.Yeah, don't pretend you don't want to. I bet it's all you think about all day. Listen here.... Deep inside my jeans I've got a solid 9-inch cock. You want some of that? Then you gotta be good....look at this bulge in my jeans....see how big it is? You wanna feel it? Wanna feel my bulge? Touch it nice and slow. Feel it. Squeeze it. Yeah, you know what's under that denim, don't you? You know what's this huge bulge here, huh? That's right...it's my cock. What else...?.