My cousin, my escort

She could feel her wetness. She was aching to be touched but knew she couldn’t do anything about it. Not now. She needed to focus.

Cassie spun around, stomach first on the ground, and lifted herself up like she was doing a push-up, sticking her ass directly in front of Tony’s face. She was maybe four inches away from his face and he could smell her body. She smelled like lavender and hormones. For the first time, he wondered if she was aroused or just a really good actress. In her line of work, it could be either.

Cassie stood up straight and bent over to touch her toes. As the second chorus started, she slipped her thumbs in the side of her panties the way she did her jeans earlier. Slowly, she lowered them. In an instant, they were gone.

Before Tony could even think about what he just saw, she lowered herself on his lap once again, facing away, and grinding his dick harder than she had so far as the chorus kicked in.

“Ooh baby baby, la la la la la la la”

Tony was in visual overload. He didn’t know what to focus on as he watched his now nearly naked cousin grind herself on his cock. She still had the garter and stockings on but, for all intents and purposes, she was fully nude and he was fully hard.

“Fuck it,” he thought.

Tony let his hands roam free on her ass and found no resistance stopping him this time.

Cassie arched backwards and leaned against Tony’s chest. In an instant, she felt his hands reach around and cup her tits.

“Holy shit,” he thought, cupping and kneading his cousin’s perfect breasts, occasionally flicking her hard nipples and trying not to cum. “These are amazing.”

She ground her ass into his dick even harder, working her cheeks along the path of his shaft from top to bottom. She could feel her body squeezing and stroking his cock and felt his balls tighten up. If this was a normal client, she would keep doing this until right before they came. She’d stop, pull out their dick and bury it deep in her pussy. But this was her cousin. She couldn’t do that.

She wanted to. But she couldn’t.

Cassie let Tony’s hands feel her up for a few seconds but this wasn’t how she wanted to end things. She stood up, turned around instantly and found herself face to face with him. She could feel his dick twitch beneath her. This was it. Big finish.

As Pitbull launched into the third verse, Cassie let go of all inhibitions. She took her hands and ran them through Tony’s hair. She moved her lips slowly past his, came back around and bit his bottom lip ever so slightly. Each move was driving him crazier than the last.

She could feel his legs twitching as he thrust into her, his body yearning to feel the tight grip of her pussy lips wrap themselves around his cock, only to be denied by his layer of underwear and jeans. It was all that was stopping the full length of his shaft from plunging deep inside her and they both knew it. They both wanted it.

“You like that?” she asked.

He couldn’t answer. Not coherently anyway. A caveman-like grunt would have to suffice.

Cassie pressed on anyway.