I’d said it was something I’d wanted to do – I’d literally dreamed about it and woken sweaty and needy – but I don’t get to choose how we play. My role is to be wet and willing holes for my Miss. (I can always Red/tap out, which I’ve only had to do once. I’ll link to that story at the bottom.) I let Miss know when I’m desperately horny (i.e. more than usual, because I’m never really ‘off’ when I’m around her), but it’s her decision what we do and when and how hard, etc.
Having referenced my fantasy a couple of times, I accepted that she wasn’t into it and didn’t say any more about it. (But I thought about it a lot.) Weeks passed. Then one night I was riding her cock and sucking her nipples (only possible because she’s tall and I’m bendy), when she ordered me to get off. I was initially very disappointed, but I obeyed at once. She gestured to me to move up her chest. I sat just below her breasts, not wanting to crush them, wondering what her plan was.
“You can do it now, if you want,” she said. I’d already had a couple of orgasms, so my thinking was slow, but then I grinned.

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