Chapter one hundred and seventy two

I stood up again obediently and turned to him, while he took out his wood. I crossed my legs over his and sat on his legs.

"My wood says sit on me instead," he added and I nodded my head, inching my nose to his and directing his already erect wood into my pussy. "Good girl," he said, slapping my butt and sliding his lips over mine for a second.

"Don't move," his voice husky as he spoke and I nodded. My pussy flooded with streams of milk with his wood occupying me like its territory to seek refuge.

"You are torturing me," I whispered in his ears and he smiled, "I'm teaching you self-control," he said and took my breast in his mouth again, making a moan escape from my mouth.

"I can't seem to get enough of you."

"Don't move your waist, we going to stay like that the whole time. I want to feel the warmth you have in there and I want it sweating with lubricants and running down my wood," he said, grabbing my neck slightly and plastering a kiss on my neck.

"Fuck," I cried and