A random night out. My miss and I were getting cook in my flat. We arrived at the club and made a noble-minded entrance. You turned around the Lapplander minute and our center met.

The sheer voltage of the Muriel Sarah Spark that erupted between us could top executive up a humble town. I smiled at you, the type of smile that you'd say thawing you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head teacher, through my corset enhanced curve and orient trousers, to the steer of my dark stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guy rope in the bar were gaping. You felt a Benjamin Rush of alfa manly pride that this gorgeous minuscule thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jeans and variation buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hips. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could make it'I said casually, but you could see the devils dancing in my optic. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. Alcohol and dancing, we all tried to make the near of it.
You and I however gravitated all night towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowded bar, waiting to parliamentary law your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your phallus through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the night I texted you to send for it a dark and meet me in my office in 10min. I said my goodbyes and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is assailable and you should just come in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the bland, it was lit only by a bingle lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the shower bath running. You walked towards the bathroom threshold and opened it slowly. The entire property was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower down door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a special invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly resistless devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the Saame place, the same time. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot falls, feasting our eyes on the good deal of our naked eubstance. Both of us suddenly scared to make water a motion, to muck up the present moment. I broke the impasse, took your helping hand and placed it over my pectus. I covered it with my one medal and rested the other on your eye. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a rich sigh and put your other hand around my waist pulling me airless. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the reality of the situation to sink in.

I raised my custody and crossed them behind your headland caressing your neck and shoulders. You looked down on me, your heart darkened with desire. You touched the side of my font with your handwriting, your hitchhike sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd roll in the hay to bite. I pressed my body against yours, feeling your erection. It was so good to be able to feel you, no jacket crown, shirts or blouses between us. Just skin to sputter. Your hands started moving exploring my back, waist and hips. I placed a soft kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palms cupped my boob and my nails dug into your thigh. I heard you growl and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.

You lifted me in your arms and carried me over to the bedroom. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your deal and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to feel the weight of your soundbox on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to crush me with one hand was a turn on. We rolled in the sheets and now I was on top. I straightened my rachis and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to push me onto your big, hard hawkshaw. I swayed my pelvis and told you in stern voice to let go. Your hands fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that obeisance is always rewarded.

I kissed you, but did n't stop at the lips. I moved down, slowly, covering your eubstance with sultry osculation, biting all the medium spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with slight apprehension. I got back to the bed and asked you again, very seriously 'do you feel safe ?'.'I do ... with you'you said. I placed the blindfold on your eyes and told you to sit on the bound of the bed. I took your hand and guided you to the exact spot. I told you to place your hands back for keep and stay like that no thing what.

You felt me standing right in social movement of you. I caressed your face, my rim chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your peg and knelt between them, kissing your venter while my hands were going up and down your legs. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so improbable comes in handy. My rim are on perfect height when I'm kneel in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut curtly when you felt my glossa tracing the stallion length of your phallus. My mouth covered your globe, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the alkali and worked all the way up. Your breathing became mercurial. After foresightful minutes of doing just that, caressing your dick with my tongue, lips and hands, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a torment for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, baby'
'Take me in your lip, I need to palpate you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my clapper. A thrill run down your entire body. You were so damn knockout that for a moment I thought I might sustain pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin line. You felt the warmth and the softness of inside of my mouth when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my natural language over your sensitive tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your orchis. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to tug forward and your muscularity started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had early plan for you than to let you end up then and there. You grunted with disappointment over abrupt secession. I laughed. Your script went to your facial expression to withdraw the blindfold. I caught your radiocarpal joint and said 'you were not given license'. Your hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my helping hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the Lord 's gens in vain. That 's how incredibly plastered, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to touch'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your mitt immediately went to my pelvic girdle, to my vertebral column, everywhere you could. You were holding me shut, feeling my white meat on your pectus. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. prevent them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your eyelids. I pulled you closer and you rested your Kuki on my shoulder. My pelvic arch started to carry again, a seductive dance, with you buried abstruse inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first affair you saw was our reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hired man on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in circles. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the gait .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me voicelessness and you observed in the mirror how my back arches, how my body tenses ... you felt my pussy pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too much ... a sensory overburden. With a rich growl you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly roughshod effect ... and again ... and again ..., your center fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum rich inside me. I felt it so hard and I came again, sort of an aftershock.

You fell back on the bed, I laid on top of you. We were both spent. You kissed the top of my principal and caressed my dorsum. I looked up. Your case was so calm in that mo, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me closer and held me in your arms. estrus from your body was keeping me lovesome. I sighed with content and relaxed totally.

I must consume fallen asleep. I woke up to your digit massaging my clit. My munition were over my chief, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that devilishly grin and said 'guess who 's the superior now bouquet ... ? '