"Hi, hunk, my name is Leila," she said. And nothing has ever been the same for me since.We drove down the highway without speaking for a few moments. ...hen to my amazement this beautiful creature scooted over next to me and began to fiddle with the fly of my pants.At first I tried to pull her hand away but she was insistent and without further struggle from me she finally popped my pants open and pushed her delicate hand deep into my open fly. I was in a some kind of zone. I knew what was. "Good," she breathed to herself with a wicked arch of her eyebrow. "You've got some work to do." She stared, smiling triumphantly. I struggled to maintain eye contact while she pressed me. "Whenever you're ready," she said softly, and began to close the door, "Stud."Bitch. There was no better than her when it came to rubbing it in. "Fair's fair, and you lost the bet, smart guy" is all she says. I should have known she wouldn't let this thing drop. She was really enjoying this. And the way she. As I tried to tune out her explicit suggestions, she regained my full attention by grabbing my swollen shaft. With a twist of her wrist she rubbed her soft palm around the head of my penis, I jerked as my breath was cut, I almost came. “Is that what you want? You want me to bounce my ass on that dick baby?” she asked while continuing to jerk on my penis. “Just say yes… You want me to spit on that cock, hunh?.. Just tell me what I want to hear.” She slid her hand down the. .. aaaaaand there’s the one-eyebrow-thing again. Well, we will see who has the last laugh!I double check that Anna is securely fastened to the chair, then I switch on the butterfly. Judging by her sudden rigid posture, it must be quite intense. And then I up the game by lighting four candles and holding two over each of her breasts. She orgasms quickly after that, which allows her to blow out the candles.So her next orgasm several minutes later is more relaxed. But now the candles are back, and.