RealityJunkies Dream Cream Callie Black, Oliver Flynn

After the Bar I follow you into your bedroom and hug you from behind. It's Friday night and we have just got in from the bar. You can smell the faintest trace of vodka on my breath as I kiss you behind the ear. 'Strip' I say quietly. You turn to face me and pull your dress up over your head, standing in the semi-darkness in your underwear. I kiss you, gently biting your lip. 'I want you to fuck yourself for me, but you aren't going to cum.' I step back to sit on the bed as you slide your fingers down the front of your already soaked pants