Ehma twisted in her bed for the 1000th time, restless. Had she failed at her programme 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 unharmed berth 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 head. Hadn't she made it perfectly clear ? She'd remain elusive to him in the daylight hours, but at night— That was their prison term to play.

Her fists clenched in an attempt to remedy the latent hostility 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 stage of it all ?

In the pale moonlight of her repose bedroom, something made an audible click. It was a conversant racket. One she had been so prepared for she had half heard it in her imagination a twelve or so times already. Was that what was happening now ? Had she imagined it again in her frustration ?

The faint sound of a room access handgrip being turned told her no. This wasn't her vision. This was real.

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

Her arms were bent above her head teacher, a mat of curls between the meat of her arm and the curved shape of her nerve. That was more or less convention. Even if she slept in the foetal status well-nigh dark, it wasn't out of the ordinary for people to thrash in turn of events in their sleep. Still, her knees were canted awkwardly with one overlapping the other. But if she moved now, he would see her. He might depart. He might—

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

You're so beautiful when you sleep.

The thought pierced her cognisance like a knife through tender butter. That was a proficient equivalence. Exactly how she felt. Warm. Exposed. Vulnerable. sanctum hell, this is hot.

Ehma put all of her energy into keeping up the act. Forcing herself to exact trench, even breathing spell. Forcing herself not to squirm as a fingertip trailed along her arm to the outer space where her tank top began right above her rib. He knew she was ticklish. He knew it and he tested her anyway.

Even so, his digit didn't occlusion there. It continued its path towards her tit and softly plucked at the shape of her teat. acerate leaf to say, her areola reciprocated the care with or without her consent. If he would just kiss it, she probably would have got climaxed from that alone.

But her other tit soon dragged his attention away and she embraced the feeling. The warm philia of it. It wouldn't be long now. He would cream them and imbibe them and bite them both. Soon.

I don't make love how I got so golden, but…

Such a simple thought. Such an honest one. Ehma didn't have time to savor it though as a second base deal made a passing play at her curls. In the duskiness behind her eyelids, she felt his touch as her fuzz was brushed aside. Fingertips lingered at her temple and then swept behind her ear. This was too often.

She could already feel the slickness between her second joint, her lips swollen with anticipation. She'd made sure enough to plane that day. Even though she knew his tongue would feel its way between her legs either way. And now, the heating system was almost unbearable.

But she had to be strong. This was just too fucking hot. If she broke the fantasy, they would still pee-pee erotic love. But would it be as safe ? And there was the fact she wanted to see what else he had planned.

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

Through one blurred slit, she peeked. It was all wrongfulness. The angle of her head word. His billet in the room. She couldn't see crap. For a bit her jaw tightened and she thought about giving up. Just saying love it.

Much to her surprise, from above a pair of brim pressed against her wrist joint. Soft. Slow. Deliberate.

His lead of love spanned the length of her arm and then her cervix. Then her ear. And then the space between her supercilium. Her os frontale. The last episode of affection was the hardest to bear. All she wanted was to draw him closer and palpate the weight unit of his sexual love against place where her tautness was most often found.

But then his lips were on the ridgeline of her nose and her breath caught in her throat. He didn't bill or didn't care, for her lips were his next objective. He didn't bother correcting the angle of her cervix and instead kissed her where she lay. Gentle at low, soon her backtalk were pinnace as he sucked them.

The entire ordeal sent a different kind of tension through her body. Her blazonry, her nipples, her stomach, and wooden leg. All of it screamed for attention. Hard. Soft. She didn't care.

The rest beneath her head was pulled away and for a bit Ehma was left confused. That is until coarse hands tugged her body closer to the sharpness of the bed. Inch by in until her mind swayed backward.

Was he going to— Did he stand for to—

A single breath was all it took to know for sure. Robust. Bitter. Masculine. Her mouth would be the first dupe in his conquest. The low jam to feel his girth in all its hunger. Maybe the only hole if he didn't bring his placard right.

She could find his eyes as they watched her. Probably trying to fend of his pharyngeal consonant instinct. That was okay, for now. Later though…

Her intimation rebounded against something, and a moment later that something caressed her sassing. The boastfully V of his top eased against her bottom lip, the pressure sensation growing as he guided his cock into placement. Oh god, this was it. The impulse to kiss it was overwhelming.

Instead, she let her verbalize unfold a small wider. Just a bit. He would have to coerce the rest in if wanted her to submit. And then, he did.

In a mo that seemed to cross timeless existence, her mouth stretched around his head. The crown pressed against the bed of her tongue. The wide V slick against the ridgeline at the ceiling of her mouth. A generous helping of precum melted against her gustatory sensation buds.

He didn't stop until he was met with the ultimate determination. personnel his way past her tonsils and use her like he wanted to, or be satisfied with a cock one-half buried. He didn't stop.

The warmth of his pie-eyed balls tickled against her brow as he bottomed out and finally she gagged. His trend was subtle, but she felt him readying to slue the former way. That however wasn't what she wanted, or what he needed.

Giving up the pretext, her weapon system shot out and wrapped his cute ass. Ehma pulled back towards her face and only relaxed when a timberland of pubic hair nestled against bridge of her nose. It was intoxicating, his olfactory property the solitary affair on her mind beyond the crease of his stopcock settled in the backrest of her throat.

"piece of ass babe,"he groaned as his hips spasmed against her in an attack to repulse deeper into her embrace.

Ehma welcomed it and for a moment forgot everything else. He never called her baby. Maybe that was her mistake. She had refused to let him say those three footling word of honor, but—just hearing him call her that. It was so much more intimate than the fiddling nicknames they gave each other.

Hands gripped her. First her bosom, firmly over the fabric of her tank. And then that was pulled away as he thrust against her mouth.

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

But then his mitt wrapped either face of her waistline and the pressing was indescribable. A second gear later both her teething ring and her precious little scanty were discarded somewhere unseen. A pitty, she had really debated over which dyad would bring him to his knees.

She knew if he had it his way, her pussycat would have been his first priority. He loved counting her climax as he ate her, experimenting with her clitoris and the little stria of elastic sinew that leash to her ass. Fingering. Kissing. Biting. Sucking on her clitoris and then sinking his tongue into her asshole.

But this was about him. She had made that much realise. He didn't have to be worried about hurting her. Even if he did, it would be a safe form of pain she could tire out proudly.

shtup this fiddling mouth with your big dick. score my slutty mouth yours and only yours.

"Fuck."

His toothed response coincided with the unsmooth treatment of her thighs. He pinned them at her position against the mattress in one sweep motility, her physical body gripped between his finger. In all her years, no one had ever touched her the way he did. Dominated her with such firm, tenderness. She always half-expected some secret cruelty to writhe its horrifying way from the depth of his heart, but it never did.

"Your pussy belongs to me."

Something about the confidence in his voice. The lucidity of it right before his tongue grazed the folds of her labia and then circled like a predator… Every persona of her ached for more.

oestrus teased along the cap of her clit. Teeth nipped at her mound. She wanted more—nearly desperate—but his coxa shifted away. The fight to keep him seated in her throat was a losing one, even with her hands clenched at his cute cheeks. Ehma grumbled as the head left her sass with the pop of a wet kiss.

"You want pa to eat this pussy ?"

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

"Eat what ?"

"This slit,"she gasped as he bit her button. The intellection of him leading her into his own little dark illusion was so… Honestly, it was hard to describe how it made her look. 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 speak. She'd much rather have his dick bent inside her throat. They could always convey other ways. Perhaps he sensed that in her.

Do you need daddy's prick or not ?

She sighed as his thoughts echoed in her mind, but in all satin flower she was just a tad bit more excited than she really should have got been. It was all part of the seduction after all. She would be his own little personal slut. And he—his heart, his soul—would be her hard worker for all eternity. While she hadn't explicitly said as practically, it was truthful.

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

Fuck. That last-place part was a little too close to the Truth. She wasn't ready for him to know that yet. Thankfully, his brain didn't seem to have enough rip to function properly. The grounds clear by the engorged pecker prodding at her mouth. She took it, and a moment later her organic structure spasmed as his spit squirmed against her vaginal walls.

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

Each jagged breath through her nuzzle came with a sealed numbness. Or maybe it was her head that was numb. It certainly wasn't her her pussycat as he sucked her like a starving child. 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— screw, I'm gon na cum. I'm gon na cum.

The thick cock wedged inside her mouth 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 spine of her pharynx. She gave in completely.

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

She wanted to holler that she was about to cum. Warn him that she was about to spurt everywhere. All that came was a pathetic whimper. Even her mind refused to express her concerns.

"That's it, baby. Cum for dada. spurt all in my—"

It was happening. It was really fucking happening. And his lips were closed around her puss. For one beautiful minute she was aware as she swallowed him, he was swallowing her. A second rung of thick rut shooter into her throat and the river between her legs continued to flow.

They came together in one blissful moment, and then the body that was above her was below her. She was on her genu and he was sound asleep with hips bucking into her oral cavity. She drank the last of him as she watched his fist clenched at the sheets.

A wet dreaming for the deathly prince she had crowned herself wasn't all bad. He would con to starve her. call for her. She in turn would larn every lilliputian dirty fantasy he kept locked in his head. They would get as close to perfect for one another as possible. And then ...

Ehma kissed the tip of his cock one last time, savoring its warmth before delicately placing it back in his boxers. This was necessary, as a lot as she hated to admit it. If she didn't, she would never get out.

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