He teased her by holding his tongue stiff and motionless so she was forced to make hip twisting movements around his mouth. She opened her legs even more, a begging suggestion that she needed more… But a resolute push in her neck, resulting in a genuflection, was the response to her uninhibited conduct.
He forced her on her scratched knees and bent her back by softy blowing stings of air between her wide spread thighs. Her arched back pushed her needy body parts high up, riding on a vacuum flash waiting for one of his sweet things to invade her, to massage her lustily erect girly parts. But he just left her standing like this, in her denigrating impetuous pose. He heartlessly ignored her desperate attempt for satisfaction from her whining moans to her provoking moves. Just stood there, being more turned on by his girl and her useless efforts to convince him to grant her with some satisfaction.
Her vulnerability and slavish posture made his hard and overbearing side take over… And to extend his power even more, he touched her... Put his finger on her special place without moving it, and watch her mouth slowly open, whispering thankful words. Her body started to move, driven by a hypnotising hunger for internal detonations.
He could see the muscles in her thoroughbred limbs squeeze and try to precipitate some movement in his unmoving hand. But he stayed unrelenting, watching her up and down moves go faster and feeling the pressure on his finger become more substantial.
He saw how she took over his hand, sit on it, ride it, let his fingers slide inside her, while she used his thumb for external massaging. She made it in to a wet, slippery emulsion of their body fluids. Sliding back and forth until she squeezed his hand with screaming cries, resulting in shocking spasms and soaking sounds.
His hand, battered by her uncivilised whirling, rest on the floor. She slowly kissed it with her lips, still red and swollen, from her former excitement. A sweet thankful gesture for the passive provider of her apocalyptic orgasm..