Natalie's pink thong was showing above her jeans and Ian hooked his finger in the waistband and gently tugged on them. The sensation was amazing and Natalie was loving it. Soon she was too hot to care that even more people had gathered around to watch.
Ian grabbed hur wrist and placed hur soft little hand on his bulging crotch. Natalie tried to pull hur hand back, or at least pretended to, but Ian held hur wrist firmly and made hur stroke his cock through his pants.
Natalie was so turned on and soon she was stroking Ian's cock all by hurself as everyone watched with delight.
She heard Jenn's voice urging Ian to do more.
"She's a slut, she'll do whatever you want"
Ian pushed the coffee table over with his foot and then stood up in the space where it had been. Then he pulled Natalie in front of him and gently pushed down on her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of him.
Take my cock out.
Natalie looked up at Ian. He had a devilish grin on his face as he repeated his command, but this time with more urgency.
Take my cock out, do it now slut!
Natalie didn't know what to do, so she reached up and undid Ian's pants, letting them drop to his ankles. He stood there with a tent in his boxers looking down on the weak little sissy.
Now, lower my boxers.
Natalie took a deep breath and put hur fingers into the waistband of his underpants and slowly pulled them down.
Ian's cock sprang out almost hitting Natalie in the face.
Kiss it!
