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She turns around and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight. Her leg muscles are taut, her ass tight as hell as she turns her upper body to look at him. With her eyes locked on his, she slaps her ass, her open palm smacking against her skin loud enough to make him wince.
“You like this ass of mine, don’t you?” she says, her voice harsh, demanding.
Scott nods.
“Say it,” she barks at him.
“I like your ass,” he says.
“You can do better than that.”
“I fucking love your ass, mistress.”
“That’s much better,” she says. “Now, I suppose I were to rub this beautiful little ass of mine on your cock, do you think you can keep from cumming?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“You think you can, huh? Well, let’s find out.”
Taylor straightens her body up a
nd backs up towards Scott until she is pressing up against the inside of his legs. She turns her head and flashes a nasty little smile at him, then drops her ass onto his lap and starts rubbing slowly it against his hard cock, which is held hostage beneath the surface of his jeans.
Moving her body in a circular motion, she rubs her ass over his cock for a bit, bounces on it a few times, then grinding on it, then sliding up and down the length of it, her tight little ass expertly working his trapped cock.
Scott stifles a groan. He doesn’t want her to know how good it feels. But she knows. It shows in her face when she turns her head to look at him.
“You like this, huh?”
He nods, unable to speak. Taylor laughs and starts grinding him more aggressively.
Scott takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. But Taylor isn’t having it. She increases the intensity further, her ass always on the move; bouncing, grinding, moving in circles, back and forth, up and down.
A soft groan escapes from Scott’s mouth. Here they are only a couple minutes into a lap dance it and already he has to focus all his attention to keep from cumming; the combination of pleasure and pain feels better than he could have imagined. Taylor sure knew what she was doing.
“So soon?” Taylor says, reading his mind.
“I’m fine,” Scott says. It’s only a half-lie. He reaches up and puts one hand on each of her hips, hoping that by taking an active part in things he can take his mind off how close he is to orgasm.
But Taylor doesn’t cut him any breaks.
“Hands to yourself,” she says, slapping them away. “You don’t get to touch me until I say you can.”
Moaning, Scott drops his hands back to the couch. Taylor grinds his cock for a little while longer before finally showing some mercy on him and standing up.
Scott exhales audibly, thankful for a break, now more how short-lived it might be.
Taylor gives him a few seconds to gather himself then drops to her knees. She sticks her tongue out and gives his cock a lick through his jeans. He groans and starts breathing harder.
Taylor laughs. Then she gives his cock another lick. Her smiling face is right in front of his crotch, looking up at him, her eyes locked on his.
“What do you think so far?” she says.
“I like it,” Scott replies.
“I knew you would,” she says. “And just think, we haven’t even really gotten started yet.”
Scott doesn’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. And he doesn’t have time to ponder it, as Taylor is already getting back to her feet. This time she’s facing him as she straddles him, one leg lying flat on the couch on each side of him.
