A long moan escapes my lips. Ila is good with his tongue. In no time, he has me hard, swelling inside his mouth, dripping out streams of precum. When he has his finger on my hole, I let out another moan... actually, more like a soft squeal of approval, only audible to him and drowned out by the crowd's roar. I whisper to him, "Go on, make me cum even more."
Cruelly though, that is when someone in the audience shouts for ila not to finish what he started. Not knowing who exactly made that request, I speak in the audience's direction, "My hands are cuffed but I'm still the one controlling the action." To ila, I say, "Pleasure me, my dear. Make me rain cum over this crowd."
The suggestion of a rim job did not go unnoticed. "On second thought..." I whisper into ila's ear, "A rim job sounds like fun. However, I am giving the orders. You will stop only when I tell you to stop."
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