I love to show you just what you’re missing.
I straddle you in your chair, throw my bare legs over your thighs and around your hips. The satin slides against the fabric of your pants and I almost slip off – I press my hips down and forward, a quick thrust into your swelling cock, half-innocent and accidental.
My fingers brush the skin at the back of your neck and trace a lazy trail up and down before twisting to rub your scalp right there at the back of your skull. Your head tilts back reflexively; you can’t help yourself.
That’s when I lean forward and kiss along your jawline… slow hungry pressings of soft lips and hot breath with just the barest hint of tongue. Something about wearing satin makes me feel langorous and sensual and I take my time devouring you. One soft suck at your earlobe and I whisper:
“Touch my breasts… squeeze them through the satin. I want to feel your hands on me while I kiss you.”
My little black panties are thin and I’m making sure you feel it, rubbing my slit against the bulge in your pants, pressing your cockhead right into the wettest spot. I grind my hips in a circle, in a dance, and run my hands through my long red hair, and flash you a teasing smile.
“No hands, now. Keep them at your sides.”
I use my right hand to grip the back of the chair and hold myself steady… conveniently pressing my breasts right into your face. My left hand unbuttons the top button of my satin pajama top, then the second, then the third. I let it fall open and my hand slides on down.
Your hand reaches up to touch the soft pale cleavage I just exposed. My black bra stays on; I’m holding out on you. You’re not going to see my nipples pressing against the satin or exposed, raw and pink, to your hungry mouth.
“I’d love it if you sucked these right now… Do you want to feel my nipples harden against your tongue?”
I take the ends of my hair in my hand and stroke it over the bare tops of my breasts, down the center line of my cleavage. “I’d like your cock… right… here. I can feel how hard you are.”
I wet my lips.
“Too bad you have to go to work.”
Now, the dismount. I tug the tail of my nightshirt down to cover my bare upper thighs. It had ridden up around my waist at some point while I was dancing on your cock.
I rub the head of your cock once, for good luck. “Maybe later.”
…Good morning, all you working stiffs (ha). My phone teasing for the night is done and I’m going to bed. Have fun, you guys.