She loved that about him. That little line of hair. She also loved that he never shaved down there. She liked that his pubic hair trapped his musk, hi... natural male scent. She pulled the pants down more so that they fell down to his ankles, and freed his cock to the air.It was Mitchell’s turn to tremble. He looked down at her, his eyes were a deep burgundy now. She rolled her dark green eyes up to look at him as she wrapped the head of his cock in her mouth. He dipped his head back with a deep. Loud music comes from the houseas I get out and come around to your side of the car. I open the door andunbuckle your seatbelt. Taking you hand I help you from the car."Mistress?" you ask."Yes Amanda, what is it?" I say as I lead you toward the house."I'm afraid, Mistress," you whisper, your eyes on the ground.I stop and look at you. I can see you trembling, even in the dark. Pullingyou closer to me, I whisper softly, " Don't be afraid, little one. I won'tlet anything happen to you. This is. "Well, obviously there are things that satisfy me more directly," I said, jacking him off a little bit faster. He grunted as his breath quickened. "But I like seeing and experiencing a man's unequivocal desire for me in the flesh." That's what I like about playing with women's pussies," he confessed."What do you like about touching mine?" I asked boldly."Well," he said, shifting himself out of my grip, spreading my legs open, and positioning his face in front of my cunt, "I like how it's. Hands under your bum and thighs hold you steady, exposed, parted, vulnerable, trusting, waiting, panting, perspiring, anticipating. No longer. My fingertip touches your clit and you jump and shout out with expectant release. Again I touch you and you react deliciously. More and more I finger your clit, then you feel a finger slide deep inside. Or is it two, or three? You are delirious and the number does not matter. Only the sensations. Your orgasm builds then plateaus as I break all contact. .