Steamy Dreams
"Let me jerk you off again. Let me get you off. Please, sir. It felt so good yesterday, you felt so good, and...and I need it."
I was babbling, but it didn't matter. Mr. Peterson had his hand in his hair and his face was troubled, but he wasn't looking away. I moved my other hand up and cupped my breasts, offering them to him, giving him a visual treat to feast on.
"I want to feel you cum on my tits," I groaned. "Please, Mr. Peterson. I want to stroke your hard cock until you can't hold back, until you have to cum on my body. Please, let me do this for you."