The Pindick Appreciation Society
Ok, well it's down to business now. Stroke at a medium pace for me. I'm going to stand up and over you while you're kneeling there so you can see me in all my womanly glory. Well, aren't I amazing slave? Keep rubbing for me, mmmmmm, get some more gob on there I want to hear the sloppy sound of your hand running over your slick dick.
Keep going...
I was just wondering: what do you think about my smooth, bronzed skin, huh? I see you looking at my cute, little belly button too. Imagine if I let you draw your face close to my waist: you could start to smell my sweet aroma then. Maybe I'd make my pretty, pierced belly-button wink at you. Would you like that?
I don't know: would you really? I think I'll just have you keep your distance for now. Why don't you jerk a bit faster instead while I run my fingers through my hair and stretch a little...
Oh, what do you know? Can you see the curve of my breasts under my top? What beautiful, ripe, perfect, soft jugs, huh? Mmmmmm - squueze your cockhead now. Imagine your face 1cm from my breasts. Imagine I lied down and let you put the tip of your sensitive cock against those breasts - if I let you trace the tip of your cock up from my belly button until it crashed gently into my tits.
Ok, take a break slave. Hands off.