I used to be afraid of the iniquity, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other pot dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can smell the paraffin wax taper, the sounds of your heavy external respiration, even though you have yet to descend the cellar stairs. I can smack your cock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your eubstance. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the adoration in your eyes. Though I'm bound like
a hard worker I still feel like a queen. I sense your oculus on my nude knocker, especially those country that seem to be painted in the darker drinking chocolate hue that accentuates my areola. You love to try and get your mouthpiece around it all. From there your centre travel down my voluptuous chocolate consistency, over my flat stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky total darkness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted thing and farsighted branch. I have been waiting for hour. You woke me this daybreak by sticking your glossa between my wooden leg, licking my body awake until every nerve was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would shove your morning hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to represent this plot. I love our games but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to experience the strength of your unfeelingness under my tongue. I am waiting for you to come to me, to salvage the ache between my second joint. I hear your feet moving across the concrete story and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breathing spell
across my tegument. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the wait,'you say. I feel your hands on my feet. I allow you to lick from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the sharpness of your dentition as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of electricity shoots up my still thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suck on it. Then I feel the thick carpet above your sex. I try to take my feet low but you won't let me. You want to divest me of sexual pleasure until I'm so athirst that I beg you to aim me. If you could only see the desire in my oculus that I can't allow to reach my backtalk, for then you would rack me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your pecker, your body weighty on top of mine, the taste of you in my mouth and on my skin. My foot hits the ground with a loud thud. My heartbeat quickens with excited nuisance. darn ! You are in ascendence and I love it ! Okay big papa, show mama what
you got ! Your rima oris is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my fuzziness without mercifulness or constraint. Viciously you take my tail end lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to overstretch away but you grab the slope of my drumhead in your strong hands. Your tooth sink into my top lip. I whimper with annoyance but between my stage there is cipher but pleasure. You leave my side for a bit and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something liquid and piano glide up my thigh. I guess it is a bare-assed, William Green banana. In my Caribbean Sea culture gullible banana tree can be turned into delightful peach but as you dip the tip into my snatch I know that my nanna never had a recipe like this ! The banana tree set my large pinkie-sized mamilla leaving a wet set of cunt succus and fruit. Then it's in my mouth and I'm sucking it like it's your gumshoe. I take it deep down my pharynx. I learned to dedicate header using a green banana. It's still one of my favored toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and heat of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulp. I'd love to devour your cock, to sink my dentition into your military helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Lord, I'm begging already ! This darker side of you is
making me disturbed with desire. Your hands slip between my
legs. God you have a big button, you tell me. It's like a
Milton Snavely Hershey's kiss.
‘ But I taste better.'
I hear you smacking your lips. Yes you do, you say.
Your hand moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and perpetrate your fingers away.
I feel Theodore Harold White hot passion next to my cheek and inspire the
smell of a vanilla extract scented candle. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to fuck me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
home of your hard, jealous cock.

I feel my arm drop as you lower my range of mountains and for a moment the sheer assuagement is almost orgasmic. concern sets in as you force me to my stifle and campaign my head down to the ground. Would this new overrefinement be worth the thrill of a slick cd sliding in and out of my puss ? Don't you understand that I need something to fill me when you're not here ? Even though my kitty-cat mould to your hawkshaw, it's a naughty, insatiable little jade. I feel the first drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my cunt. Oh, the wretched ecstasy. I want to impact my gorge button so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attention to the sob in my voice. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torment me with following ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my vertebral column. I know that you've found my ducky dildo, the one with the tally leather shoulder strap and buckle. I love to strap it on our bed and depend upon it hard. I wait with all gob open and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my beloved joy into. The crack of the straps across my ass holds more than surprise than pain. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So penalise me, punish me until I learn to command myself !
The second swipe is a petty harder ; the one-third makes me
cry out. I feel my juice flow from my pussy onto the
backs of my legs.
‘ Please let me experience it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my pussy. I hold
my breathing place in anticipation. Suddenly the chief moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightness of my ass.
holy mother of God ! The sweetness of the shaft
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep thrusts that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged brute. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my pussycat, kneading me like soft island bread. I grind my hips into your hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold-blooded, unsatisfied and disconnected. I call your public figure softly but you do not answer. Time drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my heavy respiration there is no speech sound. Will you leave me here for another few hour ? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and foiling. And then I feel it. Its rough texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to have it off that it's beautiful, like hemp, my darling. You lift my organic structure until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the forget me drug around my pectus and stomach in an intricate intention that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the blanch rophy against my dark skin, my big nipples peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me weirdo, but isn't that the pointedness of our little games ? You place the roofy between my wooden leg, burying it between my twat backtalk. It bites into my sensitive clitoris. The Mexican valium travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the feel of the rope against my raw human body. You loop the end of the R-2 and secure it in a slub. I adore the belief of being confined, of being incapacitated and totally at your mercy. I feel the rope on my mamilla. You play with me, teasing me until I can't lead it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my side is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the effeminateness of candles it is bright after 60 minutes of darkness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the circle against my button. ‘ Oh child, I love the way you love me. Make me come honey, draw me scream.'The forget me drug moves faster. ‘ Oh God, I'm gon na die !'I bend my knees, opening myself up to you. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do anything but feel the texture of the rope and the blast it is causing. At the hone moment you untie the finis grayback. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your mouth widely. I'm gushing, my female interjection spilling into your open sass like love from the tilt. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am woman, hear me thunder as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your aspect up into my slit. My lips open amazingly releasing even more thrash into your athirst mouth, enveloping your nozzle and backtalk in a musky, sticky bosom. I wish that I could press your pass further into my physical structure. I wish that I could snap up your cock and jostle it into my aching hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
better than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheek. Then you plunge your stiff, giant cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the unspoiled fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing compares to you.
null comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick,
your warm breath on my skin, the smasher of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the discernment of your come,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my demand. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your prick over my rope-clad body. How good that feels. I drop to my knee and spotter you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing Edward Douglas White Jr. fluent gold all over my face. I stick my lingua out and savor the salty bladderwrack of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one Sir Thomas More time ? In seconds I'm on my back with my legs spread undetermined with you between them eating my kitty-cat like it's your last supper. God, you're estimable with that wicked natural language. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whine. Oh yes baby, work me feel like a womanhood.
I love you so practically. I need you so much, my odorous baby