You remain in place, allowing Elise to grind her crotch in your face, harder and harder. She was right, you suppose. You'll let her control you however she pleases. You're a little humiliated lying prone with your face in her crotch but you're so aroused you don't really care. She slowly ups the intensity, forcing your nose deeper to exert more pressure. She's got you hard by the hair now and seems to really be enjoying herself. She's smiling and moaning with each thrust of her hips. You can feel her getting wet through the denim jeans.
After a little while longer Elise pushes you back slightly, but keeping her legs wrapped around your back. She lowers her eyes to you and smiles smugly. Her eyes say it all - how she can control you, how you are helpless to resist her. Without a word she reaches down and undoes the button of her jeans, keeping her eyes fixed on yours. She unzips her fly and gives a wider smirk, then pulls her jeans down slowly, pushing you out of the way. Her gaze is so intoxicating, so inviting and mischievous, so warm and coercive. You're completely hypnotized by her. She pulls her jeans off and tosses them aside, revealing white lace panties underneath. She's so wet now the panties are basically see-through. She watches you look down, then back up to her, then down and up again. She smiles knowingly and bites her lower lip. She knows she has you under her spell. She can't wait to use you for her pleasure.
"Come over here," Elise says, spinning her body around so her feet are on the floor. She gestures toward the space in front of her, between the couch and the coffee table. You realize she wants you down on the floor, down on your knees ready to give her oral. |