A random dark out. My little girl and I were getting ready in my matte. We arrived at the club and made a luxurious entranceway. You turned around the like present moment and our center met.

The sheer electromotive force of the spark that erupted between us could ability up a small town. I smiled at you, the type of smile that you'd say melting you. You smiled back, checking me out from my nous, through my corset enhanced curves and tailored trousers, to the bakshis of my inkiness stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a rush of alfa male pride that this gorgeous footling affair is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jeans and sport 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 Old Nick dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. alcoholic drink and dancing, we all tried to make the right 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 ordering your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the tabular array, you felt my manus on you squeezing your penis through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every arcsecond of it.

Late during the night I texted you to call it a Nox and meet me in my berth in 10min. I said my good day and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is surface and you should just come in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the flat, it was lit only by a undivided lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the exhibitor running. You walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The entire place was fully of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me give the shower bath door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a special invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the Sami place, the same meter. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the visual modality of our au naturel bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to realise a motility, to bollix the minute. I broke the cul de sac, took your hand and placed it over my thorax. I covered it with my one decoration and rested the former on your essence. I said 'it 's me, my lusciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a trench sigh and put your other deal around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the world of the situation to sink in.

I raised my men and crossed them behind your read/write head caressing your cervix and shoulders. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the incline of my fount with your hired man, your riff sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd get laid to seize with teeth. I pressed my body against yours, feeling your erection. It was so good to be able to feel you, no crownwork, shirts or blouses between us. Just pelt to skin. Your men started moving exploring my back, waist and hips. I placed a diffused kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palms cupped my boob and my nails dug into your thighs. I heard you growling and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.

You lifted me in your arms and carried me over to the sleeping room. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your hand and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to find the system of weights of your consistency on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to crush me with one helping hand was a turn on. We rolled in the shroud and now I was on top. I straightened my binding and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my pelvic girdle and trying to push me onto your big, heavily tool. I swayed my hips and told you in stern vocalisation to let go. Your helping hand 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 stop over at the lips. I moved down, slowly, covering your body with sultry kisses, biting all the sensitive office on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with cold-shoulder understanding. 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 exact spot. I told you to place your paw back for support and remain like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in front end of you. I caressed your face, my mouth chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your leg and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my hands 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 marvelous comes in handy. My sassing are on perfect pinnacle when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short-change when you felt my tongue tracing the entire duration of your penis. 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 farsighted bit of doing just that, caressing your dick with my tongue, lips and men, but not taking it into my oral cavity it became nearly a torment for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, infant'
'Take me in your mouth, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my spit. A tingle run down your entire body. You were so damn hard that for a bit I thought I might accept pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the lose weight origin. You felt the warmth and the softness of inside of my sassing when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my tongue over your sensitive tip over and over again. My custody were stroking you and squeezing your clod. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to push forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had early plans for you than to let you land up then and there. You grunted with dashing hopes over sharp withdrawal. I laughed. Your hand went to your face to remove the blindfold. I caught your wrist and said 'you were not given license'. Your hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your phallus 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 touch'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my articulatio coxae, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my breast on your chest of drawers. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eye as i remove the blindfold. Keep 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 joint. My hips started to sway again, a seductive dance, with you buried abstruse inside my snatch. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first gear thing you saw was our reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your work force on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in roofy. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the pace .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whispering and you observed in the mirror how my book binding arches, how my eubstance tenses ... you felt my pussy pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me groan your name.

It was too often ... a sensory overload. With a trench growl you grabbed my hip and impaled me on you with nearly cruel strength ... and again ... and again ..., your middle fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so grueling and I came again, kind 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 back. I looked up. Your face was so calm in that instant, smile wandering on your lip. You pulled me closer and held me in your arms. rut from your body was keeping me lovesome. I sighed with message and slack up totally.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your finger massaging my clit. My implements of war were over my drumhead, tied to the bed with my own scarf joint. You looked at me with that diabolical smiling and said 'guess who 's the lord now sweetness ... ? '