(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br/><br/>It was the way he moaned his words that tantalized her so. She’d spent a lot of time making men moan like that ... from the back seats of cars, movie theaters, bedrooms, a bathroom or two, and even penthouse suites very similar to this one. The feeling of power and arousal she got from it each and every time never changed. Even now she let one hand drift down between her thighs to rub at the now moist line of her thong. She shivered from her own touch while he answered her.<br/><br/><em>"What man wouldn't want your gorgeous mouth on them"<br/><br/>"Please don't stop, please"</em><br/><br/>Her smile widened as she pushed the thong to the side and slid her fingers across her slit.<br/><br/>“But Joel, I have to stop from time to time ...”<br/><br/>She pulled her fingers free and brought them to her own lips, sucking the taste of herself from one and then the other. As her hand slid away from her mouth, she pouted deviously.<br/><br/>“... I’m a bad, bad girl. I like to touch myself too.”<br/><br/>Her small, curvaceous form leaned closer to him. Her tongue snaking all the way up the length of his cock in a teasing lick. Her fingers dug into his jean clad thighs as she moved to take him back into her mouth. Once, twice, three times her mouth slid all the way down his length ... taking every last inch of him into her throat and mouth. More shivers ran across her as her nipples began to press painfully tight against her bra. She pulled away again, this time moving until she was squatting on her heels and spreading her legs widely. Were he to look down, he’d see the lips of her bald pussy peeking out past the silk of the thong.<br/><br/>“Like this ...”<br/><br/>She slid her fingers once again across her slit and then dipped two fingers into her tight, wet hole. She moaned, never letting her eyes leave his.<br/><br/>“If I keep sucking you, will you promise to make me pay for being such a bad girl?”