Dallas. Part 3

Dallas let her hands roam over his body. Her fingers traced his tattoos. Then they moved to his hard cock. Her hands began to gently rub him and then her mouth followed.

"Baby this is about you, not me." He groaned.

"This is what I want. Baby steps remember?" She grinned.

"Damn, you're going to kill me." He groaned again.

Minutes later he climaxed in her mouth, and she quickly ran to the bathroom. She spit in the sink then washed her mouth out. She'd never enjoyed that part. But she was glad she was able to get as far as she had. Quietly she walked back to the bed and started to untie him.

"Wait." He ordered.

"Why?" She asked.

"I want you to ride my face." He explained.

"Umm, can we try that next time?" Sh