“You like that?” she asked again. “Tell me you like it.”
“I love it,” Tony replied. Cassie leaned her head forward. Her lips were right next to his ears.
“Hmmmmmmmm,” Cassie moaned every so slightly. It was enough to make Tony gasp.
“Come on,” she whispered seductively. “Let me feel your dick.”
“Fucccccck,” Tony groaned.
Tony picked up the pace and was pushing himself hard into Cassie. She could feel every inch of it now, the muscle memory between her thighs painting an exact image of what it looked like, how long it was, the thick head at the top.
She wanted more. She needed more.
With one swift move, Cassie took her hands and guided them down to her aching lower lips. She rubbed the outside of her pussy and moaned as she did it but that’s not what the trip was meant for. This time, she went lower and didn’t stop until she felt her cousin’s pants, felt the throbbing member yearning to be free from inside.
She touched the top of Tony’s dick and could feel its head. She moved her fingers around the sides and started to slowly, meticulously massage the shaft underneath. Her hands felt like heaven.
“Hmmmmm,” she moaned in his ears again. “That’s a nice, fat cock you’ve got for me. I bet you want to take it out and shove it down my pretty little throat until I gag. I want it too. I want to gag on your dick.”
“Oh yeah?” Tony groaned. “I bet you do. You want to be my little slut?”
“I’m no one’s slut,” she said. “Especially not yours. You couldn’t handle it. If I took your dick out right now, you’d bust before I even touched it. What makes you think you could handle it? I’m going to make you cum without even taking it out of your fucking pants.”
“Uhhhh,”
“That’s right,” Cassie said, her hands picking up their pace. “You think I’m the slut? No. You’re my slut. And you’re going to do what I say. You want me? You want me to suck that fat cock? You want to cum in my mouth?”
“So bad,” he said.
“Too bad,” she said. “That’s not what’s going to happen. I decide what we’re going to do. You cum when I tell you to. And trust me, if you think this lap dance is hot, you couldn’t handle me sucking your dick, milking every drop of cum out of it and down my throat. And this pussy? Please. You think you could handle it? You want to fuck me? “
“I do.” he replied.
“Then tell me you want it.” she said. “Tell me you want this pussy.”
“Ughhhhhh,” Tony groaned. He was close. “I want your pussy so bad.”
“Close your eyes,” she instructed. “Now!”
Tony obeyed. He was in no position to object. In that moment, Cassie had complete and total control over every cell of his body and she could make him do whatever she wanted.
Tony was screaming in his mind. He wanted so badly to watch what she was doing but he couldn’t. She told him not to.
But he could still feel her, feel the full weight of her body on top of his, at least for a moment until she started to slink down between his legs. He had no idea what she had planned and didn’t care. She could do whatever she wanted to him. He was hers.
Seconds after he closed his eyes, Tony could feel his cousin’s warm breath on the top of his pants and his senses exploded. It was so much hotter because he COULDN’T see what she was doing. He wanted to. So badly.