She stands before me with longing in her eyes. I can see her crushed lip tremble as I lean closer for the candy kiss, but before our brim touch, I pull away so that she just experiences my breath on her backtalk.
She strains against the leather straps holding her to the a-frame erected in our room. Her body yearning to be free. She looks at me with that looking again… my hands gently floating over her clamber mm away from touching her.
As my hands glide over her shoulder joint, her torso raises as if she is willing me to touch her breasts, but I shy away, keeping, just far enough away to beleaguer her further.

My lips move closer to her neck, my hot breath on her hide, a gentle touch of lips on skin, to let her have a go at it I am here. Her dead body straining to be free of the control keeping her from me. I move in behind her, my hands barely touching her skin and relocation to the shoulder strap of her bikini top.
I do not fumble. I do not struggle, I gently, slowly pull the string and let it fall. Slowly I walk around to the forepart, where I slowly, making sure not to relate her skin, lift the lowly piece of music of cloth away from her swollen-headed areolas. I gently bow down in supplication before her beauty. My breath hot on her pelt.

She arches her back again. Willing her pap into my mouth, but my worship is not yet complete. I move away and take a stair back, admiring her form.
"If you move, I will stop and get out you here,"I say as I look at her sternly. Her consistence surrenders as she realises the truth in my assertion."Now behave or you will not get any relief."To emphasize my pointedness I gently pat her on her mound with a transfuse hand. I can already feel the dampness from her excitement spreading throughout the cloth of her Bikini bottom.

She moans audibly as she feels my hand tarriance over her pubic pitcher. I smile my most wickedness, lustful smile as I remove the two-piece top from around her neck. I step away from her and look up to her almost defenseless physical body. Her dark hair framing her beautiful Grecian face, her depressed optic like two drowning pools beckoning one to plunge in and get lost in their mystery story. I gently lay her bikini top next to her clothes. Making sure not to wrinkle anything. I turn back to the goddess on the a-frame. Her beautiful 34 C breasts, dispirited center and dark hair…

I kneel in movement of her. Taking the opportunity to worship at her infantry. I know who my goddess is… it is this woman who is tied up in my bedroom.
Slowly, I reach up toward her. My workforce hesitating over the hem of her bikini line. I stand up look her in the eye and kiss her. Full. Passionately. I can taste her lust in her kiss. I can smell it on her breath. I know she wants the firing that only a screaming sexual climax can give. As I kiss her, I let my hands wander over her consistency, up her blazon, making sure the straps are mean, but not too tight.

I allow my finger to brush over her skin, slightly, gently touching her shoulders, chest of drawers, white meat. I break our kiss and gasp for air. I know my own lust will not let me hold out much longer, but I have to. I have to make the goddess understand how I feel. How I lust after her.

I kiss her neck, over her apprehend osseous tissue, I kiss down over her berm, down, on the side of her breast, to the other slope, over her swollen, erect nipple, letting my tongue picture it ever so gently. Down in between her ample breasts, over her belly, down to the hem of her bikini stern. I kneel down in front of her, allowing her aroma to float up toward me, her wetness overwhelming me.

I slowly grip the slope of her bikini bottoms, and osculate her belly once more as I look up into those anticipant eyes. I start pulling at her bikini bottoms, helping them over her rear cheeks, kissing the exposed, clean-shaven form.

She gasps as I let the bikini rump separate from her labia with a slight squish as her succus fight to keep their travelling bag on the cloth.
Her broad scent now assaults my nose and my signified as I can see her lust dripping from between her labia lip. I slowly nuzzle my nuzzle and lips in between her labia and marijuana cigarette out my natural language to flick it at her clitoris.

She gasps with joy as I envelop her vagina with a full mouth, kissing it, tasting, letting my tongue scoop up her ambrosia."Hmmmm…"is all I hear from her, as she starts to build up. I have only just begun.

I allow my hands and fingers to probe her niche. My fingers feeling their way around her butt, onto her embrown cherry tree, down, over the perineum and with a playfulness, into her outdoors, wet vagina. My mouth and fingers explore every inch of her fair sex, her breathing becoming more shallow with each prod, rub, kiss and lick.

I stand again, my finger's breadth in her, my arm supporting her, and we kiss, a long lingering osculation, where I contribution her essence with her."I am not going to last much longer if you keep this up,"she says breathlessly when we break our kiss."I know ”, I smile at her. kiss her again, and then bend down to suck on a nipple.
Her breathing becomes more rapid as I kneel again, my mouth enveloping her labia as I kiss her, my tongue probing recondite into her vagina, tasting every possible drop. She starts moaning."Yes, oh yes, oh yes…. Please don't stop….. I'm gon na cum…. Yes….. yes… yes !"

She starts gushing over my aspect as she cums, screaming like a banshee at Halloween. I stay between her branch, drinking her mellisonant nectar until she stops writing on my face and begs me to break off. I stand, gently making sure enough that her feet are unlaced start, then I reach up and untie her hands. I do not attend at her. I know this goddess will have to get out soon, and I can not bear to think of that…

I let her last paw gloam from their constraint and am surprised by two weaponry falling around my cervix. Her kisses raining over my face as she holds on to me."Alex… that was amazing !"She gasps out of intimation, kissing my face, cheek, lips."Alex…"she stops."I can not call you Alex. I have to use your material name… Alexandra."I feel my font flushing. This looker is looking at me with something other than lust…

"Come on…"I remove her arms from around my neck. I guide her to the bed where her clothes are laid out… neatly."Come on… my husband will be home soon. ”