Under the Garden Hedge
"now I want you to only stroke the base of your cock..."
"see how I'm holding my ankles..."
"Imagine my legs are the length of your cock... Using only your thumb and forefinger... make a ring around the base and just stroke the section I'm holding"
"thats it..."
"keep it slow... but keep it hard... really press into your cock..."
"feel every ridge, every vein.."
"but just the base for now..." she laughs
"Now cup your balls with your free fingers... grabbing on slightly"
"and now make the movement more from your hips..."
"Thrust up into that tight ring...but slowly boy....slowly.... and hard... imagine your deep inside my silky pussy, the soft walls clamping around your cock all the way to base"
You gaze between her legs..... you can see the curve of her pussy, those soft walls..... so cruelly contained within the pink confines of her bikini.
With each thrust you can only dream what it must feel like.... what it must look like... what it must smell like
"Eyes up boy.... I saw you glancing down.... I want you to look into my eyes and give me 50 extra slow thrusts. If I catch you breaking eye contact...I'll make it a 100"