Her plump round ass peeked up at me, barely hidden through the lacy panties she favored. Personally, I liked a bare bottom… a bare, red bottom... but it was too hard to resist and I planned to play this out. Before I finished, Amelie would be moaning at the sensation only I provided her. Her own hand couldn’t provide the satisfaction she gained from our sessions. Amelie needed me, and I had come to need her.
Her warm flesh relaxed into my touch as I molded my hands to her bottom. She held still just as I’d instructed because she knew my consequences were real. I kneaded her rounded globes until she was pushing into my touch, reaching for more. Parting her cheeks, a quick touch to her moist folds told me she was beyond ready.
Then I chose a new instrument. Tonight I would introduce the crop… once she begged for what I would give her.
© Paloma Beck, Tantalizing Tuesdays 2013