I groan as I'm told to begin taking a more active role in guiding you as you pleasure me. Most of my personal fantasies had involved serving others or being used by them but seeing you there moaning and trembling with each thrust of Mr. Peterson's cock and the way you reacted to his recommendation had me on edge. Bearing all of that in mind, I really couldn't think of any reason not to at least give it my most concerted effort. Putting a hand on your head, I spoke out to you with a heated tone that was almost half-moan with the way I had just barely come down from my last orgasm. "Mmmm, Ohhh Cera. Keep going. Your tongue feels so good twisting around inside of me." Still a little unsure of myself, I pushed down on your head while lifting my hips up into your face mushing it right up against my sex.
Mr. Peterson's cock twitched and quivered inside of you. You would be on the verge of orgasm by the time you were throbbing that hard, but the more experienced male seemed to just be hitting his stride. At the moment I pushed your face down, you felt his fingers dig into your flesh as he tightened his grip a moment before he started taking short, rapid thrusts at a brutal pace as he practically jack-hammered your weak, trembling insides. "Go ahead, Neeman. Forget about your own desires and give into ours. You are a man born to serve the pleasure of others." He gives your ass another slap. "Cum your little brains out as you serve us."