"Mistress, you have to help me, this honey is getting all over my hair"You: the Honey oh no what can you do about that your pussy has allready been sh...venStranger: I mean my head hair. It's getting coveredYou: your heads out of the container sweets i think your liying i guess now you cant feed on my breats you can maybe suck on my cockStranger: I insist you examine the problem before I take care of your cockYou: well your head is out of the container my princess sub and before you ask yes my. Is that her warm pussy or my precum? I can hear that her breath is getting shallow. She self consciously raises a hand to her chest. It is her getting wet! She starts to grind her pud against my shaft, tensing a little each time her clit grinds against my cock. She sinks a hand between her thin hard thighs and grinds against the heel of her hand while she gently touches my balls through my shorts. I feel the heat of her warm moist cunt through the fabric of her boy shorts and my boxers. She. I... I don't know what to do." He said with a look of pure agony, and want. "Just feel me." I said grabbing his hand and putting it under my skirt. His eyes widened and he rubbed my now extremely wet slit, as he stared at me. I moved my hand down to feel his dick through his pants, and it was exceptionally hard. I whimpered and moved closer to him, but he backed away. "It's okay. We don't have to." I said backing up. I glanced at his face and he looked like he was going through an extreme. Don’t fucking look at me. I can still feel the faint, irregular contractions inside me. The remnants of the previous hour. My pussy languishing in the memory of his exertions. His tongue is even better than I had imagined. I study his naked body – the hairy chest next to the soft skin beneath his arms. The faint outline of his ribs beneath the flesh, of his hip bones. Tender. Delicate. I want to scrape my fingernails across them. To mark him. To watch the blood rising to the surface. He.