God how she loved that look on his face…. that dazed, lost look of helplessness as he struggled to fight back his body’s own innate urges…..
There was no need for her to give him instructions…. to offer reminders…. to even utter a single word. He was hers to use as she pleased…. an outlet for her lusts….
Using all of his focus, all of his willpower, he fought to hold back…. to ignore the feel of her stiffened nipples grazing his chest as she rode him… the sweet warmth of her breath against his face…. the hungry, insatiable clutching of her sex wrapped around his cock as she used him for her pleasure…..
And when she finished with him…. when he had satisfied her…. though he did not enjoy the same pleasurable release as she, he did have the reward of feeling her body snuggling in to his… her soft fingers lightly petting his still swollen, aching cock…. and the sound of her voice softly murmuring in his ear, “Mmm……… good boy….”