My lips around your cock. My moans vibrating getting you higher and higher. I want you to come in my mouth but you are already pulling out."Enough. I ...on’t want to come yet. I need to be inside you when I do.” "Stay,” you tell me just before you leave the bed. I can hear you moving around the room. A drawer opens and I can only imagine what you’re looking for. You return to the bed, placing the items next to me. I have no idea what you’re planing to do; I just hope it has something to do with. She stopped and looked at me, with a questioning look in her eyes. “Take off your bra,” I told her “he can’t see your tits with a bra on.” She looked at me in disbelief. “Are you serious?” I told her that I was completely serious, unless she was uncomfortable doing it. “Are you sure you want me to wear this without a bra? He’ll be able to see my tits all night and he’ll realise that we know that he can see them.” Again I told her that I was happy but only if she was, I didn’t want her to. 'Sometimes I wear lipstick, ' I whisper. 'And on my nipples, too - my mother likes to see me like that... 'He groans and shivers, and I know that that excites him. He kisses me once more, holding me close.I feel his erect penis pressing against me.I gently push him away, and look down at him. His penis is rock-hard, throbbing.I move down and take it in my hand, its length lying along my palm. It's startlingly white, blue veined, thick, pulsing. I kiss it reverently, fondling it, licking it. I. And he understood and knew how frustrating that must be for her and how he would like to give her sexual stimulation treatments on a regular basis. I don't often get hard anymore but my little dick was definitely tingling from what I was hearing. She was getting undressed while she was telling me this. She said he began by massaging her pussy. I asked her is she liked having his black hands on her white pussy and she admitted she did. she told me he then recorded her giving him permission to.