I look back into her eyes and realize that she had been silently watching me stare at her pussy. "Is that all you think about?" Liza says, slapping me on the face.
"I'm sorry... but if slapping me gets you off, I'm willing to be slapped on the other cheek."
"No thanks. I'm not a sadist..."
"My guess is, you're wet after slapping me... Maybe you're into bdsm!"
"I'm not!"
"Prove it!"
She moves her thighs farther apart, inviting me to feel her slit. I reach in and insert two fingers into her pussy. I feel a slippery wetness coating my fingers. "Taste your wetness," I say, offering them to her.
She licks them slowly. "Okay, you're right," she concedes.
Without warning, she holds me by my hair and pulls my head towards her pussy. "Just a quickie before the kids arrive," she says. "Then I'll agree to your plan."
I bite at her clit and thrust my tongue into her twat. Her thighs press hard against my ears, as I realize she's on the verge of cumming. Then, all at once, her juices spurt onto my face, most of it entering my mouth. I swallow her sweatness lingeringly.
She abruptly pulls my head away from her groin. She then lowers her head and licks off some of her cum on my lips. "The kids are back. Thanks," she says, slapping my playfully on the other cheek.
As she gets off the car, I notice a wet spot on the seat. "You'll have to dry that," I said.
"No, you do it," she says, "and call me mistress-- for three days."
I am surprised at the sudden turn of events.
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