Grace giggled lightly as Jim called her ‘mistress.’ “That’s right, my love. You would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” Smirking down at him, her look told him there was no need to respond. Scooting back a little further, she stroked his cock in earnest now. All five fingers were wrapped around his hardening dick, sliding up and over the head, reversing her hand position with each stroke. Grace loved to watch him grow hard in her hands, the thrill of the power to arouse, she supposed. Leaning over, she flicked that the head with her tongue a few times, just to see Jim’s reaction.<br/><br/>His cock was hard, the veins thick and throbbing as she worked him over. Stopping suddenly and appraising him as if admiring her handiwork, she sighed happily and looked into his eyes. “You know, Jim. I think you must have the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen.” She looked down at it once more and whispered, “Mmm…beautiful…”<br/><br/>Coming forward once more, she positioned her hips directly on top of his, but didn’t move to have him enter her just yet. Instead, she wriggled on top of him until she felt his cock slip between her pussy lips and worked her hips so that she slid up and down the length of him. The ridges and veins felt glorious against her wet slit and clit. Her hands braced on her thighs, she slid back and forth on Jim’s erection a few more times, moaning lightly.<br/><br/>Grace pulled back for just a moment, dipping her fingers in her juices once more.  Taking his cock in her other hand, she guided the tip towards her entrance. Holding her slick fingers in front of Jim’s face, she giggled and said, “Want some of your honey’s honey, baby?” She gasped and sighed as she impaled herself on his rigid pole, inch by glorious inch. “Mmmm…you  ready, Jimbo?”