A random night out. My girls and I were getting make in my savourless. We arrived at the ball club and made a opulent entrance. You turned around the Same moment and our eyes met.

The sheer voltage of the spark that erupted between us could force up a diminished township. I smiled at you, the character of smile that you'd say thawing you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head, through my corset enhanced curves and bespoken trousers, to the baksheesh of my ignominious stilettoes. You glanced around, the former bozo in the bar were gaping. You felt a hurry of alfa Male pridefulness that this gorgeous little matter is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jean and sportsman buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hips. 'Nice surprisal ; glad you could spend a penny it'I said casually, but you could see the devils dancing in my heart. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. Alcohol and dancing, we all tried to take in the best 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 fiat your cocktail, with your helping hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your member through your dungaree. The tension was getting almost unendurable, we enjoyed every second gear of it.

Late during the nighttime I texted you to call it a night and meet me in my place in 10min. I said my cheerio and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the doorway is candid and you should just derive in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the flat, it was lit only by a single lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the rain shower running. You walked towards the lav doorway and opened it slowly. The entire place was good of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the lavish threshold and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a particular invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same place, the same time. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot falls, feasting our eyes on the visual modality of our bare dead body. Both of us suddenly scared to make a motility, to spoil the moment. I broke the impasse, took your paw and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one palm and rested the other on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my lusciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your early manus around my waist pulling me close-fitting. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the reality of the situation to drop in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your header caressing your neck and shoulders. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the side of my face with your hand, your leaf sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd eff to sting. I pressed my body against yours, feeling your hard-on. It was so good to be able to feel you, no jackets, shirts or blouses between us. Just skin to skin. Your deal started moving exploring my back, waist and rosehip. I placed a easy kiss on your bureau, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palms cupped my breast 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 hired hand and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to experience the weightiness of your body on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to crush me with one hand was a bend on. We rolled in the tabloid and now I was on top. I straightened my rear and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hip and trying to push me onto your big, hard peter. I swayed my coxa 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 intercept at the rim. I moved down, slowly, covering your body with sultry candy kiss, biting all the tender spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with fragile apprehension. I got back to the bed and asked you again, very seriously 'do you feel dependable ?'.'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 support and remain like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your typeface, my backtalk chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my manpower were going up and down your leg. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so improbable comes in William Christopher Handy. My lips are on perfect height when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my tongue tracing the entire length of your phallus. My lip covered your formal, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the base and worked all the way up. Your breathing became erratic. After foresightful minutes of doing just that, caressing your dick with my natural language, lips and custody, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a anguish for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, baby'
'Take me in your lip, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my lingua. A shiver run down your entire body. You were so damn hard that for a present moment I thought I might get pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the reduce line. You felt the warmth and the effeminacy of inside of my sass when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my clapper over your sensitive tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your musket ball. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to push forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other programme for you than to let you polish off then and there. You grunted with disappointment over abrupt pulling out. I laughed. Your hand went to your face to remove the blindfold. I caught your wrist joint and said 'you were not given permission'. Your hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my manus and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the nobleman 's name in vain. That 's how incredibly wet, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to rival'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my articulatio coxae, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me conclusion, feeling my bosom on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. hold 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 chin on my shoulder. My hips started to shake again, a seductive terpsichore, with you buried late inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first thing you saw was our reflexion in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hands on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in rope. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the rate .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my back arch, how my body tenses ... you felt my snatch 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 centripetal overload. With a rich growl you grabbed my coxa and impaled me on you with nearly fell force ... and again ... and again ..., your eye fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so laborious 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 head and caressed my spinal column. I looked up. Your case was so serene in that import, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me near and held me in your subdivision. Heat from your body was keeping me warm. I sighed with content and unbend totally.

I must give birth fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my clit. My subdivision were over my nous, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that devilish grin and said 'guess who 's the maestro now sweetness ... ? '