She took a half step back and bending at the waist slightly brought her head level to mine. She looked down, as if to place her mouth more centered over my vertical cock. She placed her hands on my legs, just above my knees, and then raised her head and looked me in the eyes. She smiled, but it wasn’t her sweet smile that I was used to, this was sultry, seductive, naughty. She leaned in and kissed me. We kissed softly, lips parting, tongues dancing together in each other’s mouths. I moved my hand to my shaft, and pushed the tip away from me and into Em’s soft mid section. The contact felt wonderful and brought Em back to reality for a second. She broke off the kiss but kept eye contact. “Let’s try this again.” She said. She looked down, closer to her target this time, and let some spit roll off her extended tongue. Drool hit my shaft but ran quickly down it, following a line to my balls. Slightly frustrated, but with a determined scowl on her face, Em looked back up to me. “Sorry. Gotta practice that I guess.”
