God, he was going to drive her insane at this rate. She could feel the tension in his arms as she pinned him and yet he could so easily flip her over and go to town. She was so grateful that he was being so good, she wanted to give him a medal. It was the way he reacted, how his pupils flared and eyes fixed on hers that really got her going.
Abi leant backwards again, letting his wrists go free once more. He needed a reprieve, for her to test the waters rather than dive straight in. "Her going down on me felt different when you do it. She was slow and teasing, like she was trying to get every bit of me out so she could taste every drop...." Ernest had always been good, very good in fact but Caroline knew how to play her body like a finely-tuned instrument.
"When I was the one with my head between her legs, I was sloppy but enthusiastic. I got better. I'll show you some day, if you like..." she smirked and pulled her open shirt and her bra off. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you, Ernest? To see it in person. Me pinning her hips with my arm and drinking her down as she cries out my name. You can watch while you fuck me from behind..."
She was painting filth, knowing his imagination would run wild with the images. "Or maybe you'd wanna watch her sit on my face and get a better view. What would you like better?"