I watch as Ross’s eyes widen with anticipation and a hint of fear as I saunter towards him, my stiletto heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I’m wearing my favorite black leather bodysuit, the one that accentuates every curve and leaves little to the imagination. Ross’s gaze is fixated on my chest, where my nipples are already hard and visible through the thin material.
“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. I run my fingers through my short bob, feeling the power surge through me as I see Ross swallow hard.
“Yes, Polly,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. “I do.”
I smirk, satisfied with his response. “Good. Then get on your knees.”
Ross obeys without hesitation, sinking to the floor and looking up at me with a mixture of awe and desire. I can feel my pussy growing wetter with every second that passes, knowing that I have him right where I want him.
“Take off my boots,” I command, placing one foot on his thigh and resting my hand on my hip. Ross complies, slowly unzipping each boot and sliding them off my feet. I step out of them, leaving me standing in front of him in just my bodysuit and stockings.
“Now, Ross,” I say, my voice dripping with desire. “I want you to worship my body. Start with my feet and work your way up.”
Ross doesn’t need any more encouragement. He starts by kissing the arch of my foot, his lips soft and warm against my skin. He moves up to my ankle, then my calf, his tongue tracing a path up my leg. I can feel my pussy growing wetter with every kiss, every lick.
“Fuck, Polly,” Ross murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “You taste amazing.”
I moan in response, my hands gripping his shoulders for support as he continues his assault on my legs. He reaches my thighs, his fingers tracing a path up to the apex of my legs. I’m not wearing any underwear, and I can feel the cool air against my wet pussy.
“Please, Ross,” I beg, my voice shaking with desire. “I need you inside me.”
Ross doesn’t need any more encouragement. He stands up, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. I can see the outline of his dick, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
“Take off your pants,” I command, my voice firm. Ross obeys, quickly undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his legs. His dick springs free, thick and hard and already leaking pre-cum.
I push him back onto the couch, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. I rub my wet pussy against his dick, teasing both of us.
“Polly, please,” Ross groans, his hands gripping my hips. “I can’t take it anymore.”
I smirk, enjoying the power dynamic between us. “Beg for it, Ross,” I command.
“Please, Polly,” he groans, his voice desperate. “I need to feel you. I need to be inside you.”
I can’t resist any longer. I position his dick at my entrance and sink down onto him, feeling him fill me up in one swift motion. We both moan in pleasure, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels both familiar and new.
I ride him hard, my hips moving in circles as I grind against him. Ross’s hands are on my hips, guiding me as I take control. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my pussy clenching around his dick as I ride him harder and harder.
“Fuck, Polly,” Ross groans, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum.”
I can feel myself on the brink, my orgasm building deep inside me. “Cum for me, Ross,” I command, my voice hoarse with desire. “Cum inside me.”
With a final thrust, Ross reaches his peak, his dick twitching inside me as he fills me up with his cum. The feeling of him inside me sends me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I collapse onto his chest, our bodies slick with sweat and panting with exertion.
“Fuck, Polly,” Ross murmurs, his hands still on my hips. “That was amazing.”
I smile, feeling more satisfied than I have in a long time. “Yes, it was,” I agree, climbing off him and stretching out on the couch. “But don’t get too comfortable. I’m not done with you yet.”
Ross looks at me, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. “What do you mean?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
I smirk, feeling the power surge through me once again. “I mean,” I say, my voice low and sultry. “That we’re just getting started.”
I watch as Ross’s eyes widen with anticipation and a hint of fear as I saunter towards him, my stiletto heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I’m wearing my favorite black leather bodysuit, the one that accentuates every curve and leaves little to the imagination. Ross’s gaze is fixated on my chest, where my nipples are already hard and visible through the thin material.
“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. I run my fingers through my short bob, feeling the power surge through me as I see Ross swallow hard.
“Yes, Polly,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. “I do.”
I smirk, satisfied with his response. “Good. Then get on your knees.”
Ross obeys without hesitation, sinking to the floor and looking up at me with a mixture of awe and desire. I can feel my pussy growing wetter with every second that passes, knowing that I have him right where I want him.
“Take off my boots,” I command, placing one foot on his thigh and resting my hand on my hip. Ross complies, slowly unzipping each boot and sliding them off my feet. I step out of them, leaving me standing in front of him in just my bodysuit and stockings.
“Now, Ross,” I say, my voice dripping with desire. “I want you to worship my body. Start with my feet and work your way up.”
Ross doesn’t need any more encouragement. He starts by kissing the arch of my foot, his lips soft and warm against my skin. He moves up to my ankle, then my calf, his tongue tracing a path up my leg. I can feel my pussy growing wetter with every kiss, every lick.
“Fuck, Polly,” Ross murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “You taste amazing.”
I moan in response, my hands gripping his shoulders for support as he continues his assault on my legs. He reaches my thighs, his fingers tracing a path up to the apex of my legs. I’m not wearing any underwear, and I can feel the cool air against my wet pussy.
“Please, Ross,” I beg, my voice shaking with desire. “I need you inside me.”
Ross doesn’t need any more encouragement. He stands up, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. I can see the outline of his dick, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
“Take off your pants,” I command, my voice firm. Ross obeys, quickly undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his legs. His dick springs free, thick and hard and already leaking pre-cum.
I push him back onto the couch, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. I rub my wet pussy against his dick, teasing both of us.
“Polly, please,” Ross groans, his hands gripping my hips. “I can’t take it anymore.”
I smirk, enjoying the power dynamic between us. “Beg for it, Ross,” I command.
“Please, Polly,” he groans, his voice desperate. “I need to feel you. I need to be inside you.”
I can’t resist any longer. I position his dick at my entrance and sink down onto him, feeling him fill me up in one swift motion. We both moan in pleasure, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels both familiar and new.
I ride him hard, my hips moving in circles as I grind against him. Ross’s hands are on my hips, guiding me as I take control. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my pussy clenching around his dick as I ride him harder and harder.
“Fuck, Polly,” Ross groans, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum.”
I can feel myself on the brink, my orgasm building deep inside me. “Cum for me, Ross,” I command, my voice hoarse with desire. “Cum inside me.”
With a final thrust, Ross reaches his peak, his dick twitching inside me as he fills me up with his cum. The feeling of him inside me sends me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I collapse onto his chest, our bodies slick with sweat and panting with exertion.
“Fuck, Polly,” Ross murmurs, his hands still on my hips. “That was amazing.”
I smile, feeling more satisfied than I have in a long time. “Yes, it was,” I agree, climbing off him and stretching out on the couch. “But don’t get too comfortable. I’m not done with you yet.”
Ross looks at me, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. “What do you mean?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
I smirk, feeling the power surge through me once again. “I mean,” I say, my voice low and sultry. “That we’re just getting started.”
