And I was happy to oblige you. low, I carefully covered your optic with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your brain and leaving you in the dark, still with no thought of my intention. succeeding, I helped you take off your habiliment. This was n't light with the blindfold in topographic point screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your poise and made it look refined. Then, clad only in the Theodore Harold White lace panties you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a intemperately - but not uncomfortable - wooden chairperson. Finally, after taking a minute to admire your perfect, pale, quiet skin, I carefully guide your arms behind you, and with silk restraints, stick to them securely to the back of your chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the quiet stillness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to look up to my handiwork and your almost-naked body in the dim lighting, my eye lingering on the hardening form in the nominal head of your step-in telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as often as I am. A few mo past as I 'm lost in the curve of your body, your saucy chest and hard nipples, and I see you shiver in anticipation, the quiet clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare shoulders. It is n't dusty in here but I can feel goosebumps under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my mouth on your shoulder, kissing your pure hide from your shoulder joint to neck as you tilt your head away from me in a submissive gesture baring more of your neck opening to my attentions. My right deal makes its way down smooth flatcar stomach to your hardening cock, lightly caressing your length through the step-in. Your perfect lips percentage slightly and I hear a quiet but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your body, my pass on hand strokes over your dresser, tracing lazy circles around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your simpleness as I kiss up your neck, my hot breath playing over your uncover skin. I take your earlobe into my oral fissure and tease it with my dentition. Sliding my helping hand under the waistband of your panties, I free your throbbing cock, softly playing my men up and down your length. Catching a free fall of your precum on my index finger, I bring it to your overt mouth and place it at your lips, and you greedily take my fingerbreadth into your mouth. I reward you with my left wing hand, pinching your nipple and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your mouth and place my left hired hand on your member, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke full distance of your cock. You arch your dorsum for me, and I take this invitation to sneak my right hand down the back of your underclothes. You exhale sharply as my index finger, slick with your saliva, slides between your cheeks and teases your tight hole, gently applying insistence but not committing. I nybble harder at your ear and increase my pace, stroking your dick more urgently. You struggle against your adhesion, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful digit. I hear your breathing quicken and feel your consistency pop to quiver.

I smile to myself, and take my deal from your dick, and my mouth from your ear. As your eagerly awaited orgasm recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and voicelessness quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger from the back of your underwear, and start to set my world-class surprise for you : a diminished vibrating silicon jade, now coated and glistening with lubricant. I place my left hand on the low of your back, and you take the mite, leaning forward as much as the control will appropriate and presenting your keister to me. I pull aside your skimpy scanty and bring the tip of the stopple to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whimper, the flame head enters you, and the plug slides into position, the slender cable leading out to a control in the palm of my eager hand.

Again I smile to myself, and lean closer to your death chair, still kneeling behind you. With a switch, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk restraint. With one hand I start to toy with your pap again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my attending are invoking. With my other hand I take postponement of your pecker and embark on to stroke you slowly, in time with the vibrations of the plug. I lean over your shoulder, and berth my lips over your mouth and buss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to tremor as the subtle gyrations of your consistency gain gait and you start to tense once more.

I slow my pace and turn off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and buss you on the cheek while I start to unwrap the restraints tying your hands to the electric chair. You shuffle impatiently on your buttocks as the silk ties get looser, your intemperately cock disclosing your intention. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one paw lowered to my crotch, feeling the rigorousness of my cock through my thin underwear.

We kiss again with urgency and passion, my men gripping your ass through your panty and pulling you to me, your hard rooster trapped between us. I break the osculation, and rive down your underclothes, dropping them to the floor. You do the Sami to me, and I place my hands on your hips and whirl you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the back of the chair, my heavily cock pressing between your spread brass against the base of the quid still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and kiss your cervix as I grip the radix of the plug and starting to draw out it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your hole as the base slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself way to position the head of my shaft against your well-lubed and waiting entrance. You moan loudly, and I stroke your putz as I slowly press the tip of my length into your sozzled kettle of fish. breathing heavily, I push forward until my solid length is buried inside you. For a instant, we 're still while I give you a moment to adjust to my arduous stopcock filling you. I start to stroke you loyal as I draw out and push back in, building up to a steady rhythm method, my potent dead body thrusting into you.

My early hand wanders to your chest, rubbing a nipple between my fingers, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your rigorous hole is rapidly bringing on my climax, and I start to stroke you profligate. I tense up and take a breather harder, pinching you hard now, increasing my pace. I humble my paw from your chest to your stomach and pull you forcefully towards me, my shaft pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder - not hard enough to draw descent, but hard enough for you to feel it - as I start to climax deep inside you. Still squeezing your cock, though tight against you, you finally get to your own orgasm, and shoot ropes of sticky semen all up your stomach and chest.

Panting, and spent, I kiss you on the neck and time lag you around the waist until I catch my breath, our underwear, and props littering the level around us .