I get to the front threshold as your finish champion is walking out. She has a roguish grinning and says, `` enjoy your dessert ! ! ''. I questionably say, `` Thanks ''.

I enter the house, it 's really quiet. I call your name, but there's no answer. I walk to the family room, and your not there, check out the kitchen and still no you. I walk into the dining room and to my surprise there you are ... ... ... .... Naked, your arms tied above your head to the table legs, your buns is at the edge of the other end of the table, and your ankles are also tied to the table ramification. At secretive inspection, there is what appears to be marshmallow cream on your breasts with a peanut vine on top. You have strawberry sauce down the center of your torso to your belly button, in which appears to be a chocolate sauce, and from there is a caramelized sugar sauce leading to your `` good share '' covered in cool down whiplash. You have something in your mouth, so you do not mouth. I look and there is a bank bill at your incline, it reads, `` happy Birthday buff, I got you something elbow grease to eat, please pursue the focus below :
1. You must start at my chest, and clean them before moving on.
2. Upon cleaning my full organic structure with your mouth and tongue, you are to spend a penny love to me, not releasing me, if you need some helper getting started you can take the gag out of my backtalk for some encouragement, but I doubt you will require that.
3. After you cum deep inside me you are to kiss my private surface area and lick me clean.
4. After you clean me, you are to remove the restraint on my articulatio talocruralis, help me slide my forefront to the end of the board so it can hang off the border, keeping my manpower tied, you are to remove my gag and place your member in my backtalk for a proper cleaning.
5. Whatever else you can think of, I 'm yours ! ! ! ''
I remove my shirt, as I know this is going to get a piddling messy. I lean over toward you, my tongue extended and topographic point it on your side just below your outstretched arm. You jump as you did n't expect that. Without removing my glossa, I slowly lick up toward your nipple, your boob moves slightly due to the pressure from my lingua. I stop short of your pap and move back down to your side, moving over slightly, I repeat this appendage, licking upward, but stopping short of your nipple. This marshmallow cream is pasty stuff and nonsense and I decide there is no way to throw your breasts `` perfectly '' clean, as I am not that patient. I return to said starting point, motility over alittle more and repeat, I press down hard letting my tongue really press into your knocker. You let out a slight moan as you excitement body-build. After about 20 licks around your breast, I see that all that is left is your mamilla masking. I lean over it and flick the peanut off of you into my mouth and quickly jaw it. side by side I lean forward, mouth open extensive to go around your nipple and take in the marshmallow pick. I clamp down on your breast with suction from my mouth. You jump again. My lingua starts to ruffle and go to run on the cream. Not letting go with the suction, I lick and flick all over your mamilla, pressing down on it as I lick, sucking it up onto my mouth, and flicking over the tip of it, as you softly moan and curve your back, rasing your breast to my facial expression. I let go of my suction with the strait of a `` pop ''. I stand there admiring my work, and your gorgeous consistency. I walk around to the other position of the table to repeat this rape on your former knocker. Again, I have you moaning and arching your back by the time I get to houseclean your nipple off. I stand, stretching my back due to the wretched posture of leaning over you for soo long. Satisfied with the cleaning of your breasts I move on ... ... ... ...
The reduce line of strawberry sauce amount up way well-heeled, as I lick from the shopping center of your breasts down to your belly button. The pool of chocolate sauce is overflowing from your belly release due to your breathing. I lean down and clamp my mouth around it, and slurp of the fluid. I then stick my glossa out circling around your belly push button, then dive it into it to be sure that it is make clean. This turns you on some more as you are breathing alittle threatening. I start on the caramel sauce, this is alittle more stickier and requires Thomas More insistency. I decide to go to the end of the mesa between your bedcover stage, to continue with the caramel. Restarting at your belly button, I press down hard with my tongue to be for sure to get about of the sauce as I go. When I get to the `` good part '', you instinctively nurture your torso off the board to meet my face, but I tell you to slow down, I need to get the rest of the caramel. I retrace the buff path from your belly clitoris to the end. Have I told you before that I love cool whiplash ? Not cause of where it is broadcast, but that certainly does n't build me like it any less ... ....
I pull one of the death chair up so I can get more comfy for my banquet. I start as far out as potential and gently lick the nerveless lash, it 's melting due to your high temperature, so it comes off existent well-off, but your friend put this layer on extra thick, which is fine by me. As I get to strip pelt, I apply insistency with my tongue to clean house you better and you jump with exhilaration. I lick the cool lash, leaving a vertical path at your opening, you are breathing quite heavy in expectation of what's next. I decide just to plunk right in, pushing my whole nerve into the cool whip, mouth outdoors, tongue extended, licking and nibbling and sucking in the coolheaded whiplash. I pull one of your backtalk away from your body with the suction of my mouth, as you moan. Then I quickly wedge my spit into you to be sure there is no cool down whip there, I lick up and down your lips raising my head as I get airless to your clit. There is a lowly layer of slightly melted cool lash around it, and that must be removed to expose it. I push my open mouth down around the area, sucking in like I am drinking a milk waggle, your build wrench away from your body into my oral fissure and you moan some more. I extend my glossa to stir your clit and you jump. I flatten in over your clit, smothering it, and slowly lick at it. Slowly at first, sucking on it, and flicking over it and around it. Your breathing gets gruelling as I know you are getting stuffy to a climax. I increase the speed and the force per unit area, as you raise your pelvic girdle up into my face. My footstep quickens, as does the suction, your breathing loudly now, and almost thrashing around as you reach that point, with one in conclusion big travail, I lock onto your clit as your whole body shakes as you have a massive explosion. Your almost convulsing as you do, your coxa off the table as much as you can, my face buried and attached to you. You move your top dog face to side, moaning as you do, as you cum, but being tied down, you ca n't move very far ... ... ... ... ... ... I slowing start to untie my suction as you begin to calm down. I give you little mickle of buss all around that domain, as your breathing gets cheeseparing to a pattern pace. Needless to say, after that appearance, I am fully erect and prepare to locomote onto step 3 of the dark, so no extra boost will be needed.


I stand and unclasp my denim, shimming them down along with my boxer/briefs in one fell slide. I step up to the table, take my phallus in my deal and playfully smack it 's rigorousness down onto your exposed, moist part. You jump. I take my penis and slowly rub it up and down your opening, your lip spread inviting me in. I pull away and smack it down onto you, and again you jump and sigh in thwarting. You want me inside of you ! ! I again rub my guy around your moist lips and slowly tuck the tip, just barely the tip and oblige it there. You squirm and try to move to take me in, but you can not move enough, and I quickly pull out. Again you sigh. I take my appendage and rub up and down again, this clock time as your lips part I insert past the head, you moan as you think you are getting what you want, and I quickly with drawl. You move your consistency, as best you can in foiling, I look into your eyes, you can not verbalise, but your eyes are desperately telling me to make love to you. I take my guy and quickly with no warning sneak in inside of you, past your lips, all the way in. You jump in surprise and let out a big moan. I slowly withdraw, not all the way, leaving my head inside of you and quickly slam forward again. This motion is met with a grunt from you as the board shakes. I again withdraw, this time all the way, and you sigh and moan through the gag frustrated. I insert again, to the hilt, and quickly crawfish out partially and slam back in. I slowly pull in one's horns and re-insert, damn you are hot I think to myself. I am beginning to ramp up to a steady rythym as I piston in and out of your Netherlands. With my right field mitt, I reach down and gently pinch your clitoris, as you moan. I gently massage it in between my finger and thumb. My pace quickens as does the imperativeness on your clitoris, you are moaning and commence to unleash ascendency of your body. With my free manus, I reach up and gently filch your left nipple, then I bear down harder on it and your clit as I start to sweat from the pistoning in and out of your beautiful body. I am ready to cum, so with one terminal thrust, I impale myself into you, holding it there, as I play with your clitoris and pap as you cum as well. My member is throbbing as it pumps my seed deep inside of you, as again you shake and thrash your forefront from English to side. I stay inside of you as we both calm down catching our breath, and I start to recede the clumsiness. I slowly pull out as you try to protest, but you are unable to other than make some inaudible disturbance.
I sit down quickly admiring your internal sphere, as I press my typeface into your wetness. You jump, as I take a long drawn out swipe with my tongue all the way to the top at your clit. I drag my tongue back down slowly, as your lips stay open, inviting me in. I swirl my tongue from side to side, as I stick More of it into your depth. You try to moan through the gag, but you ca n't. My tongue is stretched as far as it can, my brass pressed firmly between your legs, as I lick and make fuck to your tunnel with my tongue. Your wetness combined with my fluid has an intoxicating fragrance and gustatory modality, as I hungrily lick, slurp and eat our fluids. Your breathing begins to get to a greater extent deliberate as your turmoil builds, I begin to run my altogether promontory, as I try to get recondite inside of you, as I continue to thrash you, pushing my case with Sir Thomas More pressure into you. My tongue is buried rich inside of you, moving around, playfully licking. I take both hands and arrive at up around the outside of your thighs and touch your breasts. In this side, I squeeze my arms tight against your leg, actually pulling your thighs close to my head, almost squishing my pinna as I hold you smashed and close to me. With my fingers, I playfully tweak and pinch your teat. I grab hold of your whole dope and clinch, then recall to your nipple. Meanwhile, you are breathing grave, as my tongue assault continues on your to the highest degree individual parts. You are moving your pelvic arch up and down on my face, as best you can, me squeezing your legs to my question and playing with your boobs proves to me too much, you tense up, not moving a muscularity as you moan in the gag, letting go of the magnanimous orgasm of the day. I bear down hard on your pap with pressure between my finger and ovolo, sending nuisance sign to your brainiac but the pleasure signaling from down below over ride them, and you moan as you cum and continue to cum. You are breathing lumbering, trying to catch your breathe, as I release the pressure on your nipples, but my natural language is still inside of you, just gently licking up and down as you calm down. Your breathing is almost formula, as I pull my face away, our eyes meet lovingly and you roll your centre back, as you can not trust how incredible that was.
seeing you cum like that, and me being the one to cause you to cum like that has my phallus hard again, and is still in indigence of the forebode cleaning. Per instruction # 5, I untie your legs, and you straighten them out to get the line flow back into your feet. I stand and gently put my bridge player under your armpits and pull you forward on the board, so your caput is hanging off the border as requested. You help, shimming along the way. I stand at the head of the table, with my penis poised right at your mouth. I remove the gag, and you open your rima oris for me to enter you. With your head hanging down, I enter your sassing, you tongue fret across my member. Your back talk clamp down onto me, as I slowly sequestrate, you are tasting yourself for the first time. The smell is intoxicating, as you think about the flavors, how they got there and where they are from. I slowly and gently piston in and out of your opened, `` O '' shaped mouth. I look down and see your tit, inviting my hands to come caper with them. I love boobs !. I fondle them, shake them alittle, making them giggle around, God that is sexy. Almost forgot, as I make love in your mouth, my excitement builds, playing with your boob helps with that as well. I know your not big on tasting semen, but in this situation, the way I see it, you have no choice, so I continue moving myself in and out of your sass. It feels so good, warm and wet, and playing with your bosom just starts to direct me over the bound, I am moving faster, then at the moment of release, I stop inside your backtalk, as my fellow member throb and empties it's load in your mouth. I hold it there for a moment as I catch my breathe. I withdraw completely and serve pull you back up so your drumhead is resting on the table. I lean down to buss you, my facial expression still damp from your wetness, as we kiss we exposed our mouths, and to my surprise, I find a salty film still in your mouth, as you held it there to share with me. I hungrily tongue wrestle with you savoring the tang and getting turned on knowing I deposited that in your mouth and now you are sharing it with me. As I smash my face into yours, I slowing guide my script down your belly to your warm speckle. I press down firmly at your clitoris, and move my deal side of meat to side quickly, as we make out. You attempt to protest, but with my other hand, I hold your human face close to mine. As I quickly rub across your clit, you are capable to move cause your legs are free, your feet are on the mesa and you push your torso up to meet my hand. You are going to cum again, I can experience it, so I continue the steady rythym, till french kissing you all the while. You start to sway, your torso still raised in the air, humping my hand as I rub, you begin to cum, you turn your psyche away from my kiss and shriek, `` Oooooohhh Gooooooddddd ... ... ... ..Yyyeeeesssssssssssssssssssss as you release and cum again, moaning and trying to catch up with your breathe as you do. This one doesn't last as long, and you slowly scummy your torso back to the table, and let out the self-aggrandising sigh ... ... .... '' That was incredible, you're incredible '' you say in between your grueling breaths.
All footmark for my birthday are fill out, well sorta, you are mine for what ever else I want, so I untie your arms, and help you to your feet. I wrap my arms around you, hugging your openness close to my body. I take you by the manus and lead you upstairs and originate the exhibitor. I inform you that I will now clean house, with soap this time, your sweaty, sticky, sexy body and you are to just abide there as I do .