You Belong To Me ( 1 )


Anal, Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Oral-Sex
Ehma twisted in her bed for the thousandth clip, restless. Had she failed at her programme of conquest ? Was she just that bad at it ?

The weight of her head fell back into the pillow as she stared at the ceiling. This totally office 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 mind. Hadn't she made it perfectly readable ? She'd remain elusive to him in the daylight hours, but at night— That was their time to represent.

Her fist clenched in an endeavour to relieve 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 point of it all ?

In the blench moonlight of her quiet bedroom, something made an hearable chink. It was a familiar noise. One she had been so groom for she had half heard it in her mental imagery a dozen or so fourth dimension already. Was that what was happening now ? Had she imagined it again in her frustration ?

The syncope sound of a door handgrip being turned told her no. This wasn't her imagination. This was real.

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

Her arms were bent above her head, a mat of scroll between the heart of her arm and the curve of her nerve. That was more or less normal. Even if she slept in the fetal position virtually dark, it wasn't out of the ordinary bicycle for multitude to toss in turn in their sleep. Still, her human knee were canted awkwardly with one overlapping the former. But if she moved now, he would see her. He might leave. He might—

The springs of her mattress groaned under considerable weight and her warmheartedness stammered right along side it. What felt like a million enquiry flooded her creative thinker all at once. How should she respire ? Should her mouth 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 consciousness 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 vim into keeping up the act. Forcing herself to take deep, even hint. Forcing herself not to squirm as a fingertip trailed along her arm to the space where her tank car top began rightfulness above her costa. He knew she was ticklish. He knew it and he tested her anyway.

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

But her other pap soon dragged his tending away and she embraced the notion. The affectionate tenderheartedness 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 have it off how I got so lucky, but…

Such a round-eyed thought. Such an honest one. Ehma didn't have time to relish it though as a bit script made a passing game at her curls. In the darkness 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 very much.

She could already feel the skullduggery between her thighs, her rim swollen with prediction. She'd made trusted to shave that day. Even though she knew his clapper would come up its way between her legs either way. And now, the heat was almost unbearable.

But she had to be strong. This was just too nooky hot. If she broke the fancy, they would still spend a penny dear. But would it be as commodity ? And there was the fact she wanted to see what else he had planned.

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

Through one confuse incision, she peeked. It was all wrongly. The angle of her forefront. His spatial relation in the room. She couldn't see crap. For a moment her jaw tightened and she thought about giving up. Just saying fuck it.

Much to her surprise, from above a pair of lips pressed against her carpus. Soft. Slow. Deliberate.

His trail of love spanned the length of her arm and then her neck. Then her ear. And then the outer space between her eyebrows. Her forehead. The last instalment of fondness was the hard to bear. All she wanted was to absorb him close-fitting and experience the free weight of his beloved against place where her tension was most often found.

But then his lips were on the ridge of her nose and her breath caught in her throat. He didn't observation or didn't forethought, for her backtalk were his succeeding target. He didn't bother correcting the angle of her neck and instead kissed her where she lay. Gentle at maiden, soon her lips were bid as he sucked them.

The entire ordeal sent a unlike kind of tenseness through her body. Her subdivision, her mamilla, her belly, and legs. All of it screamed for care. Hard. Soft. She didn't care.

The pillow beneath her head was pulled away and for a import Ehma was left disordered. That is until common hands tugged her body closer to the border of the bed. Inch by column inch until her oral sex swayed backward.

Was he going to— Did he intend to—

A single breath was all it took to know for sure. Robust. bitterness. Masculine. Her mouth would be the low victim in his conquering. The kickoff muddle to finger his girth in all its thirst. Maybe the only hole if he didn't play his card right.

She could feel his eyes as they watched her. Probably trying to fend of his guttural inherent aptitude. That was fine, for now. Later though…

Her intimation rebounded against something, and a instant later that something caressed her sassing. The turgid V of his crown eased against her bottomland lip, the insistence growing as he guided his rooster into position. Oh god, this was it. The urge to kiss it was overwhelming.

Instead, she let her mouth open a picayune wider. Just a bit. He would accept to force the residue in if wanted her to submit. And then, he did.

In a moment that seemed to span infinity, her mouth stretched around his question. The crown pressed against the bed of her natural language. The wide V slick against the rooftree at the ceiling of her mouth. A generous helping of precum melted against her mouthful buds.

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

The warmth of his pissed balls tickled against her forehead as he bottomed out and finally she gagged. His movement was subtle, but she felt him readying to slew the other way. That however wasn't what she wanted, or what he needed.

Giving up the pretense, her weapon shot out and wrapped his cute ass. Ehma pulled back towards her font and only relaxed when a forest of pubic hair's-breadth nestled against bridge of her nose. It was intoxicating, his scent the only thing on her mind beyond the bending of his cock settled in the back of her throat.

"piece of tail babe,"he groaned as his hips spasmed against her in an attempt to drive deeper into her embrace.

Ehma welcomed it and for a second forgot everything else. He never called her babe. Maybe that was her error. She had refused to let him say those three little give-and-take, but—just hearing him call her that. It was so much Thomas More confidant than the piddling nicknames they gave each other.

hand gripped her. commencement her breasts, firmly over the cloth of her tankful. And then that was pulled away as he thrust against her oral cavity.

Her nipples were his toys for the moment just as her backtalk was. He pinched them strong and then squeezed her breasts. They were so sensitive now, it didn't really count what he did. As long as he made it clear they belonged to him

But then his hands wrapped either English of her waist and the imperativeness was indescribable. A s later both her comfort and her precious little pantie were discarded somewhere spiritual world. A pitty, she had really debated over which pair would lend him to his knees.

She knew if he had it his way, her cunt would have been his kickoff antecedency. He loved counting her sexual climax as he ate her, experimenting with her clitoris and the pocket-size band of rubber band brawn that lead to her ass. Fingering. Kissing. Biting. Sucking on her clit and then sinking his tongue into her asshole.

But this was about him. She had made that much brighten. He didn't have to be worried about hurting her. Even if he did, it would be a well kind of pain she could fag proudly.

fuck this little oral fissure with your big cock. throw my slutty mouth yours and only yours.

"Fuck."

His jagged response coincided with the unsmooth treatment of her thigh. He pinned them at her English against the mattress in one sweeping motion, her form gripped between his fingers. In all her days, no one had ever touched her the way he did. Dominated her with such house, tenderness. She always half-expected some out of sight cruelty to writhe its ugly way from the depths of his bosom, but it never did.

"Your kitty belongs to me."

Something about the self-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 part of her ached for more.

Heat teased along the goon of her clitoris. teeth nipped at her heap. She wanted more—nearly desperate—but his hips shifted away. The combat to keep him seated in her throat was a losing one, even with her hands clenched at his cute impudence. Ehma grumbled as the head left her backtalk with the pop of a wet kiss.

"You want papa to eat this pussy ?"

Another unearthly kink of his. One he would experience to make."I want you to eat it."

"Eat what ?"

"This pussY,"she gasped as he bit her clit. The mentation of him leading her into his own little dark fancy was so… Honestly, it was hard to name how it made her smell. Sexy. Wanted. Desired.

"What do you say ?"

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

"Please what ?"

"Please eat this pussy."

It didn't feel right to tattle. She'd much rather have his pecker bent inside her pharynx. They could always communicate other shipway. Perhaps he sensed that in her.

Do you want papa's putz or not ?

She sighed as his view echoed in her mind, but in all honestness she was just a tad bit more excited than she really should have been. It was all part of the seduction after all. She would be his own piffling personal loose woman. And he—his nitty-gritty, his soul—would be her slave for all infinity. While she hadn't explicitly said as a lot, it was true.

With that in judgement, she spoke in the most except vocalization she could muster."Please eat this pussy while you fuck my face, daddy. Please, I can't live without you."

shtup. That last part was a petty too close to the accuracy. She wasn't ready for him to know that yet. Thankfully, his brain didn't seem to take enough blood to function properly. The evidence clean-cut by the engorged hammer prodding at her rima oris. She took it, and a second later her body spasmed as his knife squirmed against her vaginal walls.

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

Each jagged breath through her nose came with a sure indifference. Or maybe it was her mind that was numb. It certainly wasn't her her pussy as he sucked her like a starving child. It certainly wasn't her ass as he slipped a finger's breadth inside of her. Even the sensation of her nipples as they grazed his chest— roll in the hay, I'm gon na cum. I'm gon na cum.

The duncish peter wedged inside her mouth stiffened, growing harder if even possible. What really did it for her—what really satiated her own fantasy—was the scorching rope of liquidity as it hit the back of her pharynx. She gave in completely.

Gulping. Shaking. Digging her nails into his sexy boldness. Clenching both fingers 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 pathetic whimper. Even her mind refused to show her concerns.

"That's it, baby. Cum for daddy. Squirt all in my—"

It was happening. It was really fucking happening. And his lips were closed around her kitty-cat. For one beautiful moment she was cognizant as she swallowed him, he was swallowing her. A second bout of blockheaded heat dead reckoning into her throat and the river between her ramification 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 knees and he was sound asleep with hips bucking into her mouth. She drank the net of him as she watched his clenched fist clenched at the sheets.

A wet dreaming for the mortal prince she had crowned herself wasn't all bad. He would discover to crave her. Need her. She in play would learn every little grime illusion he kept locked in his pass. They would get as close to hone for one another as possible. And then ...

Ehma kissed the tip of his cock one stopping point time, savoring its warmth before delicately placing it back in his boxers. This was necessity, as much as she hated to include it. If she didn't, she would never leave alone.

With that cerebration on her judgement, and the memory board of her vision—one where her stomach was beyond swollen with his child—she inched away. A portal vein to her own dimension opened as she rose from the bed, but her eyes never left him."next time, I hope you make it passed the cock sucking. ”
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