He leaned her back on the couch, stretching himself out beside her. He draped one leg across her thighs and drew his knee up between her legs, pushing her short skirt up. His knee rested on the vee of her crotch right against the high cunt mound. She clutched his leg to hers, and began to hunch against it.

"Eat my titties, baby!" she murmured, burying her hand in his thick hair, holding his mouth to her breast. "Love me with your mouth and tongue. Yes, like that!"

He took the nipple between his lips, pressed them tightly against it, then slipped his teeth over the hard bud.

She tensed fearfully for a moment, afraid that he might hurt her, then she relaxed as she felt how gently he moved across her nipple.

He lifted from the tit, licked around the areola, then flicked the nipple with whip like motions of his tongue.

She moaned pressed her hand over his on her other tit guided it in circular motions, stroking his neck savagely and holding him tightly to her tits.

He licked the underside of her titties, nipping at them occasionally with his teeth, then laved the full area of her left tit until it sparkled with saliva.

"The other one. Suck it too, baby."

He moved. As he engulfed her right breast, he felt himself gripped by the power in Wendy's voice. He had always understood that in sexual matters, the male was the dominant figure, yet there was no doubt in his mind that it was Wendy who had assumed the dominant role in this seduction.

She had been the aggressor, while he had been manipulated all the way. If he plunged his prick into her burning pussy, then it would be by her own design, rather than by any sly plans or devious traps he had maneuvered her into.