It was, however, time, though, to assert womanly control. The world is for women through their pink oysters. I guided him onto the desk. I poised my open pussy over the tip of his penis. I played with his cock head at my wet opening. I drove him pussy needy crazy. Then I rode him, squatting over his manhood. He had the luxury of watching his cock be treated as a god. I speared down on his cock. My tightness shaped him, ball deep. I rose off his pecker, shaping it, tugging it upwards with my tightness, arching slightly back for the delicious angle of fulfilment for self and his best view of my treats.