HappyComeLucky

I knelt at his feet while he leant back on the sofa. He gave permission, and I unbuckled his belt and opened his shorts. He knew how desperate I was for him, how much I needed him, how hungry I was for him. A gasp almost smothered my “Oh fuck,” when I saw the lace – I am a mess for him in lace. Not just lace but exquisite lace with his already hard cock jutting out proud through the hole.

Of course, I worshipped him as if he is my ambrosia. Every movement and action chosen for his pleasure. Then he stopped me and moved so that I saw the matching opening in the back of the pants. I don’t know if I managed any words, but they were certainly sparse before my tongue was devotedly busy worshipping every part of him.