And I was happy to hold you. First, I carefully covered your centre with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the nighttime, still with no idea of my intentions. Next, I helped you take off your clothing. This was n't easy with the blindfold in place screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your poise and made it face refined. Then, clad only in the white lace panty you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a gruelling - but not uncomfortable - wooden chair. Finally, after taking a bit to admire your perfect tense, pale, legato skin, I carefully conduct your implements of war behind you, and with silk constraint, tie up them securely to the spinal column of your chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the tranquillise stillness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handiwork and your almost-naked body in the dim lighting, my eyes lingering on the hardening configuration in the front man of your panties telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as a lot as I am. A few here and now past as I 'm lost in the curve of your body, your pert breasts and voiceless teat, and I see you shiver in anticipation, the silence clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare shoulder. It is n't common cold in here but I can feel goosebump under my speck. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my sass on your shoulder, kissing your perfect skin from your shoulder to neck as you tilt your head away from me in a submissive gesture baring more of your neck to my attending. My right hand makes its way down smooth plane breadbasket to your hardening cock, lightly caressing your length through the panties. Your perfect mouth theatrical role slightly and I hear a quiet but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your body, my left over handwriting strokes over your chest, tracing indolent circles around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your restraints as I kiss up your neck opening, my hot breath playacting over your exposed skin. I take your earlobe into my mouth and tease it with my teeth. Sliding my hand under the waistband of your panties, I free your throbbing prick, softly playing my men up and down your length. Catching a drop of your precum on my indicant finger, I bring it to your open mouth and office it at your lips, and you greedily take my fingerbreadth into your oral cavity. I reward you with my left hand, pinching your nipple and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my fingerbreadth from your lip and place my remaining hand on your member, this prison term gripping you to a greater extent firmly, and slowly stroke full length of your cock. You arch your back for me, and I take this invitation to slip one's mind my mightily hand down the back of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index finger, slick with your saliva, slideway between your nerve and tease your tight fix, gently applying pressure level but not committing. I pick harder at your ear and increase my pace, stroking your cock more urgently. You struggle against your bonds, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful digit. I hear your ventilation quicken and feel your body pop to quiver.

I smile to myself, and demand my hand from your cock, and my lip from your ear. As your eagerly awaited coming recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and susurration quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger from the vertebral column of your underclothing, and start up to prepare my first of all surprise for you : a small vibrating Si hoopla, now coated and glistening with lubricator. I place my left hand on the small of your back, and you take the hint, leaning forward as much as the restraints will tolerate and presenting your buttocks to me. I pull aside your skimpy panties and contribute the tip of the plug to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whine, the break open fountainhead enters you, and the chaw slides into place, the slender line leading out to a control in the palm of my eager hand.

Again I smile to myself, and incline closer to your chair, still kneeling behind you. With a switch, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk simpleness. With one hand I start to toy with your tit again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my care are invoking. With my other hand I take hold of your cock and set out to stroke you slowly, in time with the palpitation of the plug. I lean over your shoulder, and place my lips over your oral fissure and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quake as the subtle gyrations of your eubstance gain gait and you start to strain once more.

I slow my tempo and turn off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and buss you on the impertinence while I start to unwrap the control tying your hands to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your tail as the silk ties get idle, your hard cock disclosing your intentions. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one manus lowered to my fork, feeling the hardness of my tool through my thin underwear.

We kiss again with urging and passion, my hands gripping your ass through your panties and pulling you to me, your hard cock trapped between us. I break the osculation, and pull down your underwear, dropping them to the storey. You do the Saame to me, and I place my hands on your pelvis and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the spine of the death chair, my hard cock pressing between your spread cheeks against the groundwork of the plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and osculate your neck as I grip the base of the chew and start to pull out it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your muddle as the base slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself way to locating the question of my cock against your well-lubed and waiting entering. You moan loudly, and I stroke your rooster as I slowly press the tip of my length into your tight cakehole. external respiration heavily, I push forward until my whole length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a moment to aline to my laborious putz filling you. I start to stroke you quicker as I draw out and push back in, building up to a steady rhythm, my powerful body thrusting into you.

My early hired man wanders to your chest, rubbing a pap between my digit, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your compressed hollow is rapidly bringing on my culmination, and I start to stroke you faster. I tense up and suspire harder, pinching you voiceless now, increasing my pace. I lower my hand from your chest to your belly and perpetrate you forcefully towards me, my cock pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder - not hard enough to pull lineage, but hard enough for you to feel it - as I start to climax deep inside you. Still squeezing your turncock, though tight against you, you finally reach your own orgasm, and shoot ropes of sticky seed all up your tummy and chest.

panting, and spent, I kiss you on the neck and grip you around the waist until I catch my breath, our underclothing, and property littering the level around us .