A random night out. My girls and I were getting cook in my flat. We arrived at the club and made a grand entrance. You turned around the same here and now and our eyes met.

The sheer voltage of the spark that erupted between us could power up a small town. I smiled at you, the type of smile that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my foreland, through my corset enhanced curve and tailored trousers, to the tips of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other Guy in the bar were gaping. You felt a rush of alfa male pride that this gorgeous little thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jean 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 hellion dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. inebriant and dancing, we all tried to throw the best of it.
You and I however gravitated all Nox towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowded bar, waiting to order your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my manus on you squeezing your penis through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unendurable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the night I texted you to call it a night and fit me in my place in 10min. I said my bye and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the doorway is open and you should just add up in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the savorless, it was lit only by a single lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the shower running. You walked towards the bath door and opened it slowly. The entire place was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me give the shower doorway and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a extra invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible demon'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same place, the same meter. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the batch of our naked bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to make a move, to itch the second. I broke the stalemate, took your paw and placed it over my bureau. I covered it with my one palm and rested the other on your substance. I said 'it 's me, my lusciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your other hired man around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the reality of the situation to sink in.

I raised my men and crossed them behind your head caressing your neck opening and shoulder. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the side of my brass with your hand, your hitchhike sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd love to bite. I pressed my body against yours, feeling your erection. It was so undecomposed to be able to feel you, no cap, shirts or blouses between us. Just skin to skin. Your manpower started moving exploring my book binding, waist and pelvis. I placed a flaccid kiss on your bureau, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your breast. Your palms cupped my breasts and my nails dug into your second joint. I heard you growling and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.

You lifted me in your coat of arms and carried me over to the bedroom. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your mitt and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to experience the weight unit of your body 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 cover and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to push me onto your big, hard dick. I swayed my hips and told you in stern phonation to let go. Your hands fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that obedience is always rewarded.

I kissed you, but did n't terminate at the lips. I moved down, slowly, covering your body with fleshly kisses, biting all the spiritualist spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with slight pinch. 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 edge of the bed. I took your hand and guided you to the demand point. I told you to point your script back for funding and stay like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my finger's breadth, going down ... down ... I spread your wooden leg and knelt between them, kissing your stomach 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 tall comes in handy. My backtalk are on everlasting height when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my knife tracing the entire duration of your phallus. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the base and worked all the way up. Your ventilation became erratic. After hanker transactions of doing just that, caressing your dick with my lingua, lip 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 oral fissure, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my knife. A shiver run down your entire trunk. You were so damn intemperate that for a moment I thought I might experience pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the flimsy line. You felt the warmth and the softness of inside of my oral cavity when I took you in. With no monition I started sucking hard, flicking my glossa over your sensitive tip over and over again. My handwriting were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your pelvis started to agitate forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other program for you than to let you wind up then and there. You grunted with disappointment over abrupt withdrawal. I laughed. Your handwriting went to your face to polish off the blindfold. I caught your wrist and said 'you were not given permit'. Your bridge player returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the Lord 's name in vain. That 's how incredibly tight, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to relate'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your script immediately went to my hips, to my rachis, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my breast on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. go along 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 sway again, a seductive dance, with you buried mysterious inside my snatch. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first thing you saw was our contemplation in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hands on my ass, my rose hip moving up and down and in circles. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the pace .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me rustle and you observed in the mirror how my back arches, how my torso 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 a good deal ... a sensory overburden. With a rich growl you grabbed my rose hip and impaled me on you with nearly bestial force ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so difficult 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 teacher and caressed my back. I looked up. Your fount was so serene in that moment, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me closer and held me in your arm. Heat from your consistence was keeping me affectionate. I sighed with content and unlax totally.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my clit. My weapon system were over my head, tied to the bed with my own scarf joint. You looked at me with that devilish grin and said 'guess who 's the master now sugariness ... ? '