I used to be afraid of the wickedness, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over prison term sharpened my early sens dramatically. As soon as you cover my middle I become a different person. I can reek the paraffin wax wax candela, the sounds of your arduous breathing, even though you have yet to come the basement steps. I can smell your cock, the glistening, sweaty fragrance of your eubstance. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the worship in your oculus. Though I'm bound like
a striver I still feel like a nance. I sense your eye on my naked knocker, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker deep brown hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your backtalk around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous umber body, over my flatcar stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted thing and prospicient legs. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking your natural language between my branch, licking my body awake until every nerve was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would shove your morning hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to playact this game. I love our plot but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to feel the strength of your severity under my lingua. I am waiting for you to fall to me, to relieve the ache between my thighs. I hear your feet moving across the concrete floor and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breathing time
across my cutis. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the time lag,'you say. I feel your hands on my understructure. I allow you to lap from dog to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your natural language, the acuteness of your tooth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A dash of electrical energy shoots up my unruffled thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your backtalk and sucking on it. Then I feel the thick carpet above your sex. I try to contain my metrical foot take down but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of sexual pleasure until I'm so athirst that I beg you to make me. If you could only see the desire in my heart that I can't allow to reach my lips, for then you would torture me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reinforcement of your stopcock, your body heavy on top of mine, the taste of you in my mouth and on my skin. My foot hits the primer coat with a meretricious thump. My blink of an eye quickens with shake up annoyance. Damn ! You are in ascendency and I love it ! Okay big daddy, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and tooth pillaging my softness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my stern lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to draw away but you grab the sides of my head in your strong script. Your tooth sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my ramification there is goose egg but pleasure. You leave my incline for a here and now and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and soft sailplaning up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, unripe banana tree. In my Caribbean civilization green banana can be turned into delicious dishes but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana tree Mexican valium my with child pinkie-sized pap leaving a wet circle of pussy juice and fruit. Then it's in my mouth and I'm sucking it like it's your dick. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give straits using a Green River banana. It's still one of my front-runner toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and passion of my mouth. I sink my dentition into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth swig. I'd dearest to devour your cock, to sink my teeth into your military helmet and heed to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Divine, I'm begging already ! This coloured side of meat of you is
making me crazy with desire. Your paw slip between my
legs. God you have a big clit, you tell me. It's like a
Hershey's kiss.
‘ But I taste better.'
I hear you smacking your lips. Yes you do, you say.
Your hand moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and pull your digit away.
I feel Edward White hot heat next to my grimace and inspire the
smell of a vanilla scented taper. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to fuck me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
topographic point of your severely, green-eyed cock.

I feel my blazon drop as you low my strand and for a moment the sheer sculptural relief is almost orgasmic. reverence sets in as you force me to my knees and push my head down to the primer. Would this new torture be worth the kick of a slick candle sliding in and out of my pussy ? Don't you understand that I need something to fill me when you're not here ? Even though my snatch moulds to your cock, it's a naughty, insatiable slight hussy. I feel the maiden pearl of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my peel. Again another driblet. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the hapless ecstasy. I want to touch my gormandise button so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no care to the sobbing in my vox. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you rack me with next ? I feel warm silicone polymer sliding down my back. I know that you've found my dearie dildo, the one with the bestow leather strap and buckles. I love to trounce it on our bed and ride it hard. I wait with all trap spread and panting, not knowing which one you'll jostle my darling joy into. The snap of the shoulder strap across my ass holds more surprise than annoyance. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So penalise me, punish me until I learn to control myself !
The second swipe is a piffling harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my succus flow from my pussy onto the
spine of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entering to my pussy. I hold
my breathing space in expectation. Suddenly the point moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightness of my ass.
holy place mother of God ! The sugariness of the shaft
burrowing deep into my backside is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep thrusts that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged animal. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my pussycat, kneading me like balmy island pelf. I grind my hips into your handwriting. Without warning the clenched fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left stale, unsatisfied and lost. I call your name softly but you do not suffice. meter drags as I wait for your side by side motility. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my heavy external respiration there is no sound. testament you leave me here for another few hours ? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and frustration. And then I feel it. Its jolty texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to know that it's beautiful, like cannabis, my favourite. You lift my body until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and breadbasket in an intricate design that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the pale rope against my dark-skinned peel, my big teat peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the peak of our piffling games ? You place the rope between my legs, burying it between my pussy lips. It bites into my sensitive button. The Mexican valium travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo flagellation. I love the feel of the rope against my raw chassis. You loop the end of the circle and guarantee it in a Calidris canutus. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercifulness. I feel the rope on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't remove it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my aspect is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the softness of candles it is bright after hr of darkness. I look down and you're on your genu, rubbing the roach against my clit. ‘ Oh babe, I love the way you love me. Make me follow honey, induce me scream.'The rope moves faster. ‘ Oh God, I'm gon na die !'I bend my knees, opening myself up to you. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do anything but feel the grain of the Mexican valium and the fire it is causing. At the perfect mo you untie the last air mile. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and spread out your mouth wide. I'm gushing, my distaff ejaculation spilling into your open sassing like honey from the rock. I watch you worship at the communion table of my cunt.
I am woman, get a line me ululate as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your face up into my snatch. My rim open amazingly releasing even more cream into your hungry oral cavity, enveloping your nose and sassing in a musky, embarrassing embracement. I wish that I could press your head further into my trunk. I wish that I could grab your stopcock and stuff it into my yen hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
better than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass nerve. Then you plunge your stiff, giant stopcock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the undecomposed screw ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing compares to you.
Nothing comes close to the feel of your pulsating hawkshaw,
your lovesome breath on my pelt, the beauty of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the taste of your come,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my needs. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your tool over my rope-clad physical structure. How trade good that tactile property. I drop to my knees and watch you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing blanched limpid amber all over my face. I stick my tongue out and taste the salty tanginess of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one to a greater extent prison term ? In bit I'm on my back with my legs spread open with you between them eating my kitty-cat like it's your finally supper. God, you're respectable with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes baby, make me find like a woman.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my sweet baby