Her tongue moves down to the center of his chest, but she reverses direction and goes up to his left nipple. About a minute passes, Donna sits up and runs her fingernails all over his chest and stomach. She makes a straight line to the edge of his pubic hair. Then she works her way back up using a circular motion back and forth across his stomach. She barely rakes her nails on his sides tickling his ribs. Marcus flinches, and she moves her fingers down to his nuts. She bends over and licks each nut back and forth with the tip of her tongue.

Gawd, I know he’s in pleasurable agony. I would be thinking, ‘touch my dick now,’ but Donna wants to make him to beg for relief. She won’t allow him the luxury of having his dick touched before she explores every sensation that she can conjure out of the rest of his body. This is just short of a blue-ball treatment.

Donna pulls Marcus’ underwear and pants off feet so he can spread his legs. She leaves his sneakers on his feet. Even though they have laces, he could have kicked them off. But if Donna didn’t remove them, he knows to leave them on. This is her show, and Marcus lets her perform.

Marcus clasps his hands behind his head showing a few hairs under each underarm, and resigns himself to being a slave to Donna’s tortuous foreplay. If this is torture, sign me up. Precum is dripping on his stomach, and Donna uses the very tip of her tongue to touch it ever so very delicately before sucking it up.