She suggests, “Why don’t you start by matching my current outfit, and then I can help you out in the way I see best?” Her smile takes on a mischievous tone, and Mark notices a shift in her demeanor. However, he doesn’t dwell on it and quickly focuses on undressing.
Standing before her, Mark feels a bit self-conscious, unsure of what he’s expected to do. He wonders if he looks foolish, presenting himself in this manner. Liz’s eyes roam over his body, and he can’t help but feel like she’s appraising him, assessing his form.
Her eyes slowly ascend Mark’s body, mirroring the path his gaze took earlier. They begin at his feet, which appear larger than hers but lacking in any remarkable feature. Moving up, she appreciates the definition in his calves and the strength of his thighs. Her gaze then reaches his hips, which are juicier then expected. Her eyes slide over his cock slowly bouncing as it swells away from his body, on the larger side and uncut his balls hanging below the hair a little unkempt for her tastes. Continuing upwards, she admires his faintly visible abs, tracing the contours across his stomach. As her eyes travel higher, they land on his well-defined chest, appreciating the shape and tone of his muscles. Finally, her gaze rests on his face, noticing his avoidance of eye contact and the hint of embarrassment in his expression.
She speaks her next command, “start stroking it,” she says and marks hand clasps his cock and slow rubs it back and forth as it reaches its full girth. She moans, “mmmm that’s pretty good,” he shudders as waves of pleasure move though him, his mind spinning this all happened so fast. “Slowly don’t speed up yet,” she says and he obeys slowing down making sure she show dosnt end too soon.
A bead of pre-cum forms on the tip of his cock. Liz reaches out and scoops it up on one finger. Mark shivers at her touch, she rubs the sticky goo between her fingers. Looking up at him again she sees he still not sure where to look. “Look at me silly, consider me your inspiration,” she brushes and bubbles off her breasts and puts one arm underneath pushing her breasts up.
Even with his slow pace this shoves mark closer to his end but he doesn’t look away anymore. “Oh that seemed to really work for you huh?” She says in a teasing tone. “When you get close I want you to ask me for permission,” she says this like it’s too obvious and barely needs to be repeated in the first place.
“You can speed up I’m ready for the main event,” Mark does so speeding up his strokes, his breathing gets more labored faint moans escape his lips, “don’t hold back those sounds I want to hear you sing” his moans grew louder and louder as he nears climax. Liz offers encouragement “oh ya, you’re my good boy, moan for me, moan if you’re my little slut, are you my little slut?”
Mark stammers out “I’m your little slut. Oh fuck, I’m close may I please cum”
Liz smiles widely, “bring your cock here and then yes,” she gestures to her face and as he steps close she loops a finger and thumb around the tip of his cock and guides it to her mouth. He cums hard his knees almost buckle as pulse after pulse is swallowed down by her. Finally he’s finished and she removes her cock from her mouth.
She wipes the sides of her lips, licking her fingers as if savoring a satisfying meal. “Not bad,” she remarks, a playful tone in her voice. “You really are my good little boy, huh?” Mark lacks the energy to respond verbally, but he nods in acknowledgment.
“I’m going to lean back, close my eyes, and relax while I enjoy my bath,” she instructs. “Once you’re ready, you’ll get up and leave. In the near future, I’ll reach out to you again, and we’ll see what happens then. Understood?” Mark nods once more, too weak to speak. “Good, good. Also, from now on, that area needs to be shaved or waxed completely. No hair allowed,” she adds firmly, emphasizing her point. “As for the legs, they’re fine as they are, for now atleast.”
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