Pleasantly surprised that he didn’t immediately reach and grab her naked breasts, Abi tilted her head and looked down at him to admire her work so far. He seemed to be on some kind of precipice with his head concocting the images she so vividly painted for him and even she had to admit she was turning herself on, feeling herself getting wetter the more she got off on her own words.
Swallowing thickly, she decided that if he wasn’t going to grope her, then she’d have to do it herself. Her palms came up and cupped her breasts as she worked her hips over his thigh and crotch a bit more, giving him a show to go with her special story time. She would make him come in his pants at this rate.
“Oh honey, did I break your brain?” she replied, smirking like a mad woman. “You like it when I take control, don’t you? Wanna watch me bend a girl over and smack her ass? You think I’ll like giving it as much as I like taking it?” She shifted a little and decided to give him a reprieve, unzipping his pants so she could get her palm around his cock. “God, she could make me scream nearly as much as you can. There was this one game we played where one of us would be handcuffed to the bed and the other would see how long it’d take to fit her whole fist inside. I only got up to four fingers but I swear I came so hard, I ruined the sheets….” Abi chuckled and shook her head. “I didn’t think I’d ever get as good again until you. No guy knew how to play my body like she did.”