Working For Her 9

Abby pulled down her panties as she sat on the kitchen table in front of me.

She had put them on over her stockings so that she could remove her underwear without removing the rest of her outfit. I watched, barely able to believe my luck as she pulled her underwear off her legs, off her shining high heels, letting it fall to the kitchen floor.

Then, she swung one leg over my head, leaning back on the table, supporting herself on her elbows as she looked at me.

“Lick,” she ordered. As if there was never any doubt that I would do what she said. As if there was no question in her mind that I would obey.

She was right about that.

I leaned forward, my hands already on the smooth skin of her thighs, above where the stockings gripped her legs. She draped both knees over my shoulders, her pussy framed by the tops of the stockings and suspender belt, the center of my attention. I had almost forgotten that she was holding her phone in her hand still, focused as I was on pleasing her.