Thread: Birds of a Feather (Candy-	Crusade)

There was a momentary flicker of something in his eyes, something that she couldn't read beneath those warm chocolate orbs of his. The look in those eyes however did not last long. She watched Tom whilst he enjoyed what she was doing, apparently this had been what he had wanted from her. One of his strong hands had snaked up to her hair, where he grabbed a fistful of the soft locks and gave it a hard tug. A whimper escaped parted lips as she felt the ends of the hairs screaming out in sweet agony. Gods he was fantastic, and they hadn't even fucked! His praise had almost made Beth smile, almost. As his sub, she couldn't show that she was too overly excited that 'master' had praised her. She simply continued to stroke him gently, even as he released her hair and worked his belt, the zipper and the button that held his pants around his small waist. When he did yank her wrist away, Beth almost wanted to pout, ask what she had done wrong. However, she had to recall upon the fact that he had said never to take it as a personal attack, it just meant he wanted her to do something else. So, Beth sat there, eyes watching his hands work the trousers down his ankles. They were quickly kicked away, not even a memory at this point as he slipped his thumbs beneath the fabric of his incredibly tight boxer-briefs. They held him, cupped him, caressed him even and Beth in that moment couldn't wait for the proverbial wrapping to come off so she could enjoy her new 'toy' in all of it's hard, throbbing glory. He had eased them off slowly, painfully so to the squirming woman in front of him, but all of that torment had been completely worth it when his hardened shaft sprang forward, eager to be touched. Beth as held in a moan for so long, than when she finally did get to gaze on his cock in person, that moan she had been holding back had been eased out of her mouth gently. It wasn't loud, but by no means was it quiet either. She wasn't the only one who had made a noise when he had been freed, Tom too had let out a breathy exhale. That small noise had made Beth grow wetter, she couldn't take much more of this, her sopping twat in literal agony. Beth watched him take a hold of his shaft, give it a few quick pumps and then stand before her again. She knew what she wanted to do with that cock already, and as soon as he let go, she would. A pathetic little whimpermoan slipped past her lips as Tom teased her with the head of his cock. What precum he had collected on the tip, he used to rub onto her lips, a depraved sort of gloss. He held his shaft there for a long while before he finally let it go. It wasn't long after that he had released his own shaft that Beth took it upon herself to grab a hold of it with one of her silky hands. She had been dying to taste that precum from the moment that they had first cammed together, this was now her chance. Her eyes had left his for a long while, but she had looked up as her tongue flicked out from her mouth and collected the ample volume that had been used to tease her. Apparently Tom had had a fantastic diet, she couldn't taste but a hint of salt. Beth was more than willing and happy to part her lips and take his shaft into her mouth. It was feverish, even against her tongue, but smooth to the touch and tasted of his body wash. She could taste hints of cinnamon and sandalwood, he was intoxicating! She pumped his shaft in and out of her mouth slowly, dragging her tongue over the head. While one hand worked his shaft, the other cupped and massaged his balls.