I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing...
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After climaxing in her mouth and tasting her cum from her fingers, I follow Valencia out of the restaurant in a daze while still painfully hard. As we slide into her car, she looks at me very sternly.
"Grasp the sides of the seat, Kai."
I don't even take a beat to question her, immediately my hands are firmly in position.
"Good boy," she smiles and my cheeks heat up at the praise. "No matter what, don't move your hands. The only thing I want to hear from you is 'yes Mommy', 'no Mommy', or 'more Mommy'. Do you understand, little Kai?"
I nod in affirmation, "Yes m-mommy," my cheeks blush, still getting used to being so open and vulnerable, but loving the feeling, and knowing that I was safe with her.
"Mmmm I love how well you listen baby boy" she breathes out.
I was still slightly out of breath from our interaction.
But she still hadn't had enough of me.
As she navigates the city with her left hand on the wheel, Valencia still manages to stroke my painfully hard cock over my pants. Her turns were somehow so smooth, even as her hand slid down every so often to softly cup and rub my balls.
The shimmering street lights fly by as I throw my head back against the headrest, struggling to control my breathing. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming, cheeks blazing at the knowledge that I was going to release in my pants while she touched me, but far too under her spell to care.
Yet just as I felt myself about to cum, Valencia stops short and places her hand back on the wheel. I whine at the sudden loss of sensation and look over at her, still hypnotized from her touch and therefore unable to communicate my needs.
"What do you need baby?"
I couldn't understand why I was reacting so out of control, why I felt so little under her dominating and warm gaze. I whimper, missing her touch but feeling too tongue tied.
She glances over at me for a second, then redirects her eyes to the road. She reaches her hand back out, and my eyes sparkle, thinking she would give me what I wanted.
Instead she gives my shoulder a firm squeeze and rubs it softly. "Take your time."
I take a breath, willing my cock to quit pulsing and straining against the zipper.
"Please, M-mommy...More."
She glances over at me, then her hand brushes against my cock begging for her attention. I can feel precum pooling in my briefs, the feeling of the sticky substance lining in the inside of my thigh, only serving to heighten my arousal.
How does she do this? She isn't even touching me but she has me a painfully hard, wet mess in the seat next to her. I want so badly to reach over and touch her, I want so badly to find a way to crawl under her seat and lick her until I have to tap out because I've run out of breath.
