
The thrill of not knowing where any of this would take me was fucking orgasmic not to mention completely sensual. To hand, myself over to another person was liberating. I felt free of responsibility which in turn let loose any and all inhibitions I previously harbored.
Chris traced my face with his hand slowly inserting his fingers into my mouth. I softly sucked his fingers taking in the taste of his skin. I searched his face for any sign of what he wanted me to do next. His hands on my shoulders he slowly led me down to his throbbing cock. I could see the pre-cum trickle from the tip of his cock. I wanted to taste it and moved forward only to be stopped and told I was not permitted to put him in my mouth yet. My eyes said it all and I could see Chris reading my look. I wondered what he was looking for… perhaps some sort of sign in my face, my eyes? If so, then what was the look, what did it look like? What did I look like? What would it be that he would see that said now was the time in which I could take his cock into my mouth and devour it the way I wanted? I was trembling with excitement, feeling out of breath, and I could not take this teasing game any longer. It was time for the tables to turn… or at least I thought it was. I was wrong. My decision to attempt to force Chris’ hands away from me and to take his cock in my own hands then into my mouth was met with vigorous strength. He clasped both my wrists with one hand lifting me up he turned me away from him. My back to him now he bent me over the counter and stripped me of my slacks. I heard them rip as I felt the burn of one of the seams skid across my thigh. In one powerful throw, Chris ripped my panties from my body while holding me down bent over the counter. What he did next was so incredible that I think I will leave it until tomorrow’s blog. Don’t worry my sexy friends, tomorrow will be the final scene of this adventure. You will not be disappointed. ; >
Kisses,
Jesse~




























