"Higher!" he barked.
I strained as best I could to get on the very tops of my toes. I nearly lost my balance as he gave me a shove in the middle of my back. I toppled over at the waist and landed onto the bed with a thump. My toes still grasping ever so slightly at the carpet below. I could barely get 2 or 3 toes planted on the ground. It was as if he had bent me at a 90-degree angle at the waist.
I reached forward on the bed to grasp the sheets and hold on without slipping off the bed. I sensed him behind me, looking at me. Staring at my taut calves and thighs, smooth in my pantyhose. I felt his hands run up the sides of my thighs and up my skirt. My skirt began inching its way up my legs and found a resting place at my hips. He ordered me to spread my feet wider. I obliged and shuffled my feet wider, still straining my toes to keep my balance.
I felt a wisp of air cruised over my clitoris the instant I opened my legs and it felt amazing. I could feel his eyes looking directly at my wetting clitoris squirming and expecting. I turned to look at him, stretching my neck and my grip on the comforter. He snapped at me to face the wall. I flung my head back between my two outstretched hands and waited for his next move.
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