tz-place:Lollipop BoyMy boy lollipopYou make my heart go giddy upYou are as sweet as candyYou’re my

tz-place:Lollipop BoyMy boy lollipopYou make my heart go giddy upYou are as sweet as candyYou’re my sugar dandy——————————————-“You like it when I lick it don’t you babe?”They were standing in the local park watching their young grandson’s flag football game when she reached into her pocket, pulled out the tootsie pop, methodically unwrapped it and plopped it into her mouth, before asking him the question in a hushed quiet tone only for his ears.  Of course, she made sure he was aware of her every movement, because otherwise what would be the point, where would be the fun?  He glanced around at their surroundings and gave her that “are you out of your mind” look, which she expertly ignored, as she continued to tongue the lollipop in a nonchalant innocent way to anyone watching……other than her sexually  teased and currently deprived husband. Even after all these years, the ease which with this woman could keep him aroused and simmering never failed to amaze him. Over time she had not only learned exactly how to press all of his buttons and play him like a finely tuned instrument, but she had also helped him to realize that surrendering himself to her and her tender mercies would open up his world in ways he never imagined possible. Now, he craved the ‘female-led’ aspect of their relationship, addicted to her control and obsessed with his desire to please her and make her happy. As he stood on the sideline of the youth football game he smiled inwardly, amused by how completely unaware others were of the dynamic that was playing out at that moment between the two of them. The seemingly innocent, yet deliberately provocative way that her enjoyment of her tootsie pop caused him to to stiffen with need for her… The way her subtle little hip bumps were reminders of what it felt like when she pressed her curves up against him… How she understood that when she lightly traced her nails along that spot on the back of his neck that to him it felt as if her fingertips were teasing along his cock… Or when to others it might appear as if her hand had simply found his to hold, the reality was she had subtly manipulated his fingers, extending one so that she could gently encircle it, stroking and teasing it in the same way she would eventually be tormenting his helpless cock later that day. After the game ended the couple lingered, talking to family and friends. By the time they reached their car the parking lot was nearly empty. Once safely inside it the now frazzled, desperate man exhaled deeply and said with a smile, “I’m not sure how many more of these games I can take. If this one went on much longer I’m not sure I’d be able to walk.” Grinning she teased, “You poor thing, I feel so sorry for you.” Her eyes scanned the parking lot and seeing no one nearby just as her husband was about to pull out of the parking spot she instructed, “Honey stop, hold on.” Immediately he stopped the car, swallowing hard as he saw her hand going to work. She smirked with delight at how hard this man was for her already. “I see you enjoyed the game, sweetie?,” she teased, her fingers softly tracing and swirling around his cock, coaxing it to become even harder. She chuckled at his whimper when it took her virtually no time to have him in just the condition she wanted. She then reached in to her purse, pulling out the ever present and oh so handy scarf she kept with her for just such occassions, draping the silky fabric over his needy hardness for the moment. Leaning closer she purred in his ear, “Now, sexy man, you can drive, but take the long way home. You know the one I like, through the country? I have such plans for you when we get home and you know how important a long, gradual warm up is before you go through an intense, heavy workout, don’t you?” -- source link

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