She calls the shots, perched on the couch in that skimpy black dress, sheer stockings hugging her legs, shiny heels pointed out. One hand wrapped around his exposed cock, stroking deliberate from base to tip, twisting just right at the head. He stands there naked, legs spread, totally at her mercy while she works him over. Picks up the pace, fingers flying, veins popping on his shaft. Leans in close, breath hot, making him throb harder in her expert grip. Couch cushions sink under her as she milks every pulse, handjob turning unyielding until he's bucking. Stockings whisper against the fabric. Heels click the floor. Pure control.
