I longed for just a few more laps of that great monster but he was already put out with me so I wouldn’t risk it.
He’d told me that he expected me to mess up sometimes, that I shouldn’t try to be so perfect because I was only setting myself up for failure, but sometimes those little slips may earn me punishment, it was all totally up to him.
But I was willing to take punishment for a stolen taste of his phallus.
“Doggie position.” Oh fudge. I was already leaking down my thighs. This was by far my favorite position, except maybe the missionary when he looked down into my eyes as he slid in and out of my body while he told me how much he loved and cherished me.
I got on my hands and knees with my head up. He moved around behind me and pushed my head down and lifted my hips so that my ass was higher in the air. I felt the wet tip of his shaft as he rubbed it back and forth over my clit and slit all the way back to what he calls my little rosebud.