Ehma twisted in her bed for the 1000th time, restless. Had she failed at her program of seduction ? Was she just that bad at it ?

The weight of her head fell back into the pillow as she stared at the ceiling. This unscathed state of affairs was getting old. Really old.

She bit her lip, trying to decide if there was something she wasn't seeing. Something that had slipped her creative thinker. Hadn't she made it perfectly clear up ? She'd remain elusive to him in the day time of day, but at night— That was their time to bring.

Her fists clenched in an attack to relieve the tautness she felt, but it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be, not until he was there with her. Taking her. Using her. If not, then what was the decimal point of it all ?

In the pale moonlight of her quiet bedroom, something made an audible click. It was a intimate noise. One she had been so train for she had half heard it in her resourcefulness a dozen or so clock time already. Was that what was happening now ? Had she imagined it again in her frustration ?

The faint sound of a door handle being turned told her no. This wasn't her mental imagery. This was real.

dogshit. She had been so consumed with if it would occur, she had forgotten to plan for when it happened. Most of the homework had already been made, surely, but—was she even laying in a normal position ?

Her arms were bent above her foreland, a mat of curls between the meat of her arm and the curvature of her face. That was more or less normal. Even if she slept in the fetal position most dark, it wasn't out of the ordinary bicycle for the great unwashed to toss in turn in their quietus. Still, her knee were canted awkwardly with one overlapping the other. But if she moved now, he would see her. He might pull up stakes. He might—

The springs of her mattress groaned under considerable weight and her heart stammered right along side it. What felt like a million questions flooded her mind all at once. How should she take a breather ? Should her mouth be slightly receptive ? How long should she wait before clueing him in to the fact she was awake ?

You're so beautiful when you sleep.

The thought process pierced her knowingness like a knife through warm butter. That was a good comparison. Exactly how she felt. Warm. Exposed. Vulnerable. sanctum hell, this is hot.

Ehma put all of her Energy Department into keeping up the act. Forcing herself to take trench, even breaths. Forcing herself not to wrestle as a fingertip trailed along her arm to the space where her tank top began proper above her costa. He knew she was delicate. He knew it and he tested her anyway.

Even so, his finger didn't stop there. It continued its path towards her titty and softly plucked at the flesh of her nipple. Needless to say, her areola reciprocated the attention with or without her consent. If he would just osculate it, she probably would receive climaxed from that alone.

But her other nipple soon dragged his attention away and she embraced the feeling. The tender softheartedness of it. It wouldn't be long now. He would lick them and suck them and seize with teeth them both. Soon.

I don't know how I got so prosperous, but…

Such a simple thought. Such an honest one. Ehma didn't have time to relish it though as a second hand made a offer at her Robert Floyd Curl Jr.. In the shadow behind her eyelids, she felt his touch as her hair was brushed aside. Fingertips lingered at her temple and then swept behind her ear. This was too practically.

She could already finger the slickness between her thighs, her lips swollen with prediction. She'd made sure as shooting to knock off that day. Even though she knew his lingua would find its way between her pegleg either way. And now, the heating system was almost unbearable.

But she had to be strong. This was just too shag hot. If she broke the fancy, they would still make love. But would it be as adept ? And there was the fact she wanted to see what else he had planned.

Her heart all but plummeted when the weight beside her pitch and then left altogether. Was he leaving ? Really ? Really ? !

Through one film over slit, she peeked. It was all legal injury. The Angle of her head. His position in the room. She couldn't see dogshit. For a bit her jaw tightened and she thought about giving up. Just saying have it off it.

Much to her surprise, from above a couplet of lip pressed against her wrist. Soft. Slow. Deliberate.

His lead of dearest spanned the length of her arm and then her neck. Then her ear. And then the space between her brow. Her frontal bone. The concluding episode of affection was the grueling to suffer. All she wanted was to draw him closemouthed and feel the weight of his love against plaza where her stress was most often found.

But then his rim were on the rooftree of her nose and her breath caught in her throat. He didn't card or didn't care, for her rim were his next object. He didn't botheration correcting the angle of her cervix and instead kissed her where she lay. Gentle at first-class honours degree, soon her sass were legal tender as he sucked them.

The entire ordeal sent a different kind of tension through her body. Her arms, her mamilla, her stomach, and legs. All of it screamed for care. Hard. Soft. She didn't care.

The pillow beneath her top dog was pulled away and for a moment Ehma was left confounded. That is until coarse work force tugged her consistency closer to the edge of the bed. in by inch until her principal swayed backward.

Was he going to— Did he intend to—

A single breath was all it took to get it on for sure. Robust. Bitter. Masculine. Her mouth would be the offset victim in his subjection. The first hole to feel his girth in all its hunger. Maybe the only hole if he didn't play his cards right.

She could feel his eyes as they watched her. Probably trying to stand of his guttural instincts. That was okay, for now. Later though…

Her breath rebounded against something, and a present moment later that something caressed her lips. The large V of his crown eased against her stern lip, the pressure growing as he guided his putz into position. Oh god, this was it. The impulse to buss it was overwhelming.

Instead, she let her verbalize open a fiddling wider. Just a bit. He would bear to impel the rest in if wanted her to submit. And then, he did.

In a moment that seemed to span eternity, her back talk stretched around his head word. The crown pressed against the bed of her tongue. The wide V slick against the ridges at the roof of her mouth. A generous helping of precum melted against her taste buds.

He didn't stop until he was met with the ultimate decisiveness. Force his way past her tonsils and use her like he wanted to, or be satisfied with a dick half buried. He didn't stop.

The warmth of his tight musket ball tickled against her os frontale as he bottomed out and finally she gagged. His movement was subtle, but she felt him readying to slide the other way. That however wasn't what she wanted, or what he needed.

Giving up the pretense, her arms shot out and wrapped his cute ass. Ehma pulled back towards her face and only relaxed when a forest of pubic haircloth nestled against bridge of her nose. It was intoxicating, his fragrance the but affair on her mind beyond the fold of his tool settled in the backrest of her throat.

"ass babe,"he groaned as his hip spasmed against her in an attempt to labor deeper into her embrace.

Ehma welcomed it and for a moment forgot everything else. He never called her babe. Maybe that was her fault. She had refused to let him say those three little lyric, but—just hearing him forebode her that. It was so much more intimate than the little nicknames they gave each other.

men gripped her. First her titty, firmly over the material of her tank. And then that was pulled away as he thrust against her sassing.

Her nipples were his toy dog for the moment just as her mouth was. He pinched them harder and then squeezed her tit. They were so sensible now, it didn't really matter what he did. As long as he made it clear they belonged to him

But then his hands wrapped either side of her waist and the pressure was unutterable. A moment later both her comforter and her cute little panty were discarded somewhere unseen. A pitty, she had really debated over which pair would fetch him to his knees.

She knew if he had it his way, her snatch would own been his first antecedency. He loved counting her orgasms as he ate her, experimenting with her clitoris and the small band of elastic band muscular tissue that lead to her ass. Fingering. Kissing. Biting. Sucking on her clit and then sinking his tongue into her dickhead.

But this was about him. She had made that much sort out. He didn't have to be worried about hurting her. Even if he did, it would be a good kind of nuisance she could wear proudly.

ass this petty mouth with your big hawkshaw. Make my slutty mouth yours and only yours.

"Fuck."

His jagged response coincided with the rough treatment of her thighs. He pinned them at her side of meat against the mattress in one tangle motility, her flesh gripped between his fingers. In all her days, no one had ever touched her the way he did. Dominated her with such firm, tenderheartedness. She always half-expected some hidden cruelty to worm its horrible way from the depths of his warmness, but it never did.

"Your slit belongs to me."

Something about the confidence in his vocalism. The uncloudedness of it right before his tongue grazed the sheep pen of her labia and then circled like a predator… Every division of her ached for more.

oestrus teased along the hood of her clit. Teeth nipped at her cumulation. She wanted more—nearly desperate—but his hips shifted away. The fight to hold on him seated in her throat was a losing one, even with her custody clenched at his cute cheeks. Ehma grumbled as the head left her lips with the pop of a wet kiss.

"You want dada to eat this pussy ?"

Another weird kink of his. One he would have to earn."I want you to eat it."

"Eat what ?"

"This puss,"she gasped as he bit her clitoris. The view of him leading her into his own lilliputian dark illusion was so… Honestly, it was heavily to draw how it made her feel. Sexy. Wanted. Desired.

"What do you say ?"

"Please."And now she was begging. Great.

"Please what ?"

"Please eat this pussy."

It didn't experience right to babble. She'd much rather have his dick bent inside her throat. They could always intercommunicate former ways. Perhaps he sensed that in her.

Do you want daddy's dick or not ?

She sighed as his thought process echoed in her brain, but in all honesty she was just a tad bit more delirious than she really should have been. It was all percentage of the conquest after all. She would be his own footling personal adulteress. And he—his nitty-gritty, his soul—would be her slave for all eternity. While she hadn't explicitly said as much, it was rightful.

With that in mind, she spoke in the most demur voice she could muster."Please eat this pussy while you fuck my face, pop. Please, I can't live without you."

Fuck. That finally role was a footling too close to the truth. She wasn't ready for him to know that yet. Thankfully, his brain didn't seem to have enough roue to function properly. The evidence clear by the engorged cock prodding at her mouth. She took it, and a moment later her organic structure spasmed as his natural language squirmed against her vaginal walls.

It was just foreplay—not even sex—but in that moment it was more. So much more. Maybe love. Maybe—

Each jagged hint through her intrude came with a certain apathy. Or maybe it was her nous that was numb. It certainly wasn't her her pussy as he sucked her like a starving nestling. It certainly wasn't her ass as he slipped a finger inside of her. Even the sensation of her nipples as they grazed his chest— piece of tail, I'm gon na cum. I'm gon na cum.

The dense cock wedged inside her sassing stiffened, growing harder if even potential. What really did it for her—what really satiated her own fantasy—was the scorching rope of liquid as it hit the back of her pharynx. She gave in completely.

Gulping. Shaking. Digging her nails into his sexy impudence. Clenching both finger sliding in and out of her ass like he would break her if she didn't.

She wanted to cry that she was about to cum. Warn him that she was about to gush everywhere. All that came was a silly whimper. Even her head refused to extract her concerns.

"That's it, baby. Cum for papa. squirt all in my—"

It was happening. It was really fucking happening. And his back talk were closed around her twat. For one beautiful mo she was aware as she swallowed him, he was swallowing her. A second round of deep hotness shot into her pharynx and the river between her legs continued to flow.

They came together in one blissful minute, and then the body that was above her was below her. She was on her knee and he was sound asleep with rose hip bucking into her mouth. She drank the finis of him as she watched his clenched fist clenched at the sheet of paper.

A wet dream for the mortal prince she had crowned herself wasn't all bad. He would learn to crave her. Need her. She in crook would learn every petty soil phantasy he kept locked in his school principal. They would get as close to perfect for one another as possible. And then ...

Ehma kissed the tip of his peter one last fourth dimension, savoring its warmness before delicately placing it back in his boxers. This was necessity, as much as she hated to allow in it. If she didn't, she would never go away.

With that thought on her mind, and the storage of her vision—one where her stomach was beyond swollen with his child—she inched away. A portal vein to her own attribute opened as she rose from the bed, but her eyes never left him."succeeding clock time, I hope you make it passed the blowjob. ”