She looked from her kneeling position and she liked what met her eyes. She could see the little droplet of pre-cum that was glistening from the end of his dick, just sitting there, waiting to be licked. Her tongue began to wander from between her lips and snake towards the liquid.
As she moved closer, her tongue almost found the pearl like liquid but not quite. Tasting that salty goodness was all she could think of right then. All she wanted was a few inches more and she would reach her goal, but those few centimeters were proving elusive. He had her trussed up pretty well and movement no matter how small was proving to be anything but easy. That didn’t stop her trying though. She struggled within the confines of her bindings, desperately seeking the droplet, as if she were on a desert island and the only water source was within her reach, but not quite.
Again she struggled, edging herself forward, her tongue extended to it’s most stretched as was every muscle in her body at that point. She could feel the frustration growing in her body, at times a tinge of anger could be found mixed in there, but she knew she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted: a drink from his giving and oh so tasty cock.
He pushed her back,just as she was but an inch from her goal. Bastard, she wanted to cry, but knew better. To get what she wanted she had learned to contain her anger over the years they had played this game. She opened her eyes and watched as he took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it slowly, teasing her, squeezing more pre-cum from it. She watched as the droplets grew in size, and then began to drip from the end of his cock. Her thirst grew and she wanted nothing more that to taste that salty elixir, but by now she knew fighting was futile.
Instead she settled back on her pink heels and watched as he so expertly stroked his cock. The rhythm was as enthralling as the sight of the pre-cum that oozed from the small slit in the end. Her tongue found it’s way between her lips once more and she began to lick those bright red lips, as if to signal her desire to drink.
He pumped his cock, just a few inches from her face now and she knew that he must be close. His pace became faster and his breather heavier. She waited, closed her eyes and all but begged him to come over her face, which would allow her to lick the saline substance from her face. Instead he stepped back, a quizzical smile spread over his face. She loved it when he smiled that way, she knew that something was about to happen but at this point had no idea what.
She watched as he reached over and took an empty glass from the table, and them proceeded to return to stroking his own cock. Up and down, up and down along the shaft, as if he was playing some magical instrument and to her that is what it felt like. She loved to listen to this tune, his breathing once more became labored and before long he began to come. He held the glass just inches from his dick and the salty come that she so desired spurted into the clear glass.
She was amazed at how much of the salty goodness flowed from his dick, and as the last spurt erupted from him, he turned towards her and offered the glass to her parched lips. As he tipped the still warm liquid upwards, the taste she craved met her seemingly parched lips and then her tongue. Her taste buds all but exploded and a smile light up across her face.