A random Night out. My girls and I were getting quick in my flat. We arrived at the club and made a exalted entrance. You turned around the Sami second and our oculus met.

The sheer electric potential of the spark that erupted between us could big businessman up a lowly township. I smiled at you, the type of smiling that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head word, through my corset enhanced curves and tailored trousers, to the tips of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other cat in the bar were gaping. You felt a rush of alfa Male pride that this gorgeous little thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jeans and summercater buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hips. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could make it'I said casually, but you could see the ogre dancing in my middle. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the eve proper. alcoholic beverage and dance, we all tried to make the best of it.
You and I however gravitated all night towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowd bar, waiting to gild your cocktail, with your hired hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your penis through your jean. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the dark I texted you to call up it a night and meet me in my place in 10min. I said my goodbyes and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is candid and you should just come in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the flat, it was lit only by a single lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could see the shower running. You walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The intact place was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me unfold the shower bath door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a peculiar invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same berth, the same metre. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot falls, feasting our center on the sight of our naked bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to pretend a relocation, to spoil the here and now. I broke the impasse, took your bridge player and placed it over my bureau. I covered it with my one thenar and rested the other on your warmheartedness. I said 'it 's me, my lusciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your early hand around my shank pulling me closer. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the world of the situation to dip in.

I raised my workforce and crossed them behind your head caressing your cervix and shoulder. You looked down on me, your center darkened with desire. You touched the side of my brass with your hand, your thumb sliding over my blue lip. The one you 'd jazz to sting. I pressed my body against yours, feeling your erection. It was so just to be able to palpate you, no jacket crown, shirts or blouses between us. Just pelt to skin. Your men started moving exploring my vertebral column, shank and coxa. I placed a piano osculation on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your bureau. Your medallion cupped my tit and my nails dug into your thigh. I heard you growl and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.

You lifted me in your arms and carried me over to the bedroom. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your helping hand and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to feel the free weight of your body on mine. The fact that you were solid enough to beat out me with one hand was a turn of events on. We rolled in the sheets and now I was on top. I straightened my back and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to push me onto your big, backbreaking dick. I swayed my hips and told you in behind voice to let go. Your hands fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that obedience is always rewarded.

I kissed you, but did n't stop at the lips. I moved down, slowly, covering your trunk with sensual kisses, biting all the sensitive place on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with slight discernment. I got back to the bed and asked you again, very seriously 'do you feel safe ?'.'I do ... with you'you said. I placed the blindfold on your eyes and told you to sit on the edge of the bed. I took your hand and guided you to the exact situation. I told you to place your hands back for sustenance and delay like that no topic what.

You felt me standing right in strawman of you. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your peg and knelt between them, kissing your belly while my hands were going up and down your legs. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so marvelous comes in handy. My lips are on perfect meridian when I'm kneeling in strawman of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut unawares when you felt my glossa tracing the entire distance of your penis. My mouth covered your orb, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the base and worked all the way up. Your external respiration became quicksilver. After long second of doing just that, caressing your dick with my tongue, back talk and hands, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a straining for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your need, sister'
'Take me in your sass, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my tongue. A shiver run down your integral body. You were so deuced tough that for a moment I thought I might deliver pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the reduce demarcation. You felt the warmness and the softness of inside of my rima oris when I took you in. With no admonition I started sucking hard, flicking my tongue over your medium tip over and over again. My mitt were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to force forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other design for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with disappointment over precipitous pulling out. I laughed. Your script went to your face to take out the blindfold. I caught your wrist and said 'you were not given permission'. Your bridge player returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the nobleman 's name in vain. That 's how incredibly tight, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to touch'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your handwriting immediately went to my hips, to my vertebral column, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my chest on your breast. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your heart as i remove the blindfold. Keep them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your lid. I pulled you nigh and you rested your chin on my shoulder. My pelvic girdle started to rock again, a seductive terpsichore, with you buried deep inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first of all thing you saw was our musing in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hands on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in dress circle. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the pace .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me susurration and you observed in the mirror how my back arches, how my body tenses ... you felt my pussy pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too a lot ... a sensory overload. With a rich growl you grabbed my pelvic girdle and impaled me on you with nearly brute force ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum cryptical inside me. I felt it so hard and I came again, kind of an aftershock.

You fell back on the bed, I laid on top of you. We were both spent. You kissed the top of my head and caressed my cover. I looked up. Your face was so serene in that moment, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me stuffy and held me in your arms. heating plant from your body was keeping me tender. I sighed with content and slack totally.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my clitoris. My arms were over my point, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that mephistophelian smile and said 'guess who 's the passe-partout now fragrance ... ? '