who is in control?

The spanks fell hard and often, cheeks swelling and growing redder and redder, as you grow wetter and wetter, dripping down your thighs as his hand continues its assault on your cute ass. You push up for him, offering yourself, knowing what will follow, the anticipation growing as he rubs his hands over you, feeling the heat, the smooth silky skin, needing his touch, his hands, the paddle, his tongue, needing all of him, anything he chooses to do, your brain swirling with the sensations, longing for him to continue, longing for him to stop, longing for him to take you higher, longing for him to take you, spiralling upward, ever higher, panting and moaning as he begins to stroke betweenn your thighs, fingers teasing you as they collect your wetness, beginning to reach inside, spreading your juices over your ass, down between, cooling the heat, more spanks to drive you on, then turning you, spreading your legs, up over his shoulders, open for him ,so wet, so needy, wanting his tongue, his lips, his teeth, the first touch. Then, you feel, sliding over your lips, licking softly, tracing your opening, slowly up one side and down the other, as you open wider for him, tongue teasing, licking, tasting, your smell filling his nostrils, your clit hard, wanting, ready, as he continues to lick, his hands holding you in place, squeezing your burning cheeks, pulling you tighter into his face, so slowly, not fair, needing, peeling you open, reaching inside, sucking on the lips, licking your wet center, each lick producing a moan, a squeak, a cry, slowl, so slowly his tongue creeps toward your clit, the tip so lightly caressing, up and down, then little circles, up on the left down on the right, over and over, drawing you out, making you harder, needing his sucking, leaving you to slide down under, to press there, to push, and lick, feeling you opening, before moving back up, then suddenly taking you between his teeth, his lips tightening as he pulls you into his mouth, deep, hard, suck, drawing blood into you clit, making it pulse, throb, before leaving it to let his tongue curl up inside, stroking the roughness, feeding on you, feeding on your moans, then back on your clit, around and around, your hands reaching down to dig into his hair, to force him to that spot, to your need, nails gripping his scalp, giving back some of that pleasure pain, begging for him to finish you, please, please, harder, bring me and then take me, please.and your body tenses as you spurt into his mouth, pulsing and throbbing for him, smearing his face, knowing you really control.