And I was happy to oblige you. First, I carefully covered your eyes with a silk blindfold, tying it securely behind your head and leaving you in the night, still with no melodic theme of my intentions. future, I helped you carry off your habiliment. This was n't easy with the blindfold in position screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your assuredness and made it look refined. Then, clad only in the white lacing panty you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a hard - but not uncomfortable - wooden chair. Finally, after taking a bit to admire your perfect, pale, smooth out skin, I carefully guide your blazon behind you, and with silk control, bind them securely to the back of your chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the hush stillness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handcraft and your almost-naked body in the dim light, my centre lingering on the solidification shape in the front of your panties telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as lots as I am. A few minute past as I 'm lost in the curves of your torso, your saucy white meat 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 hired man lightly on your bare shoulders. It is n't cold in here but I can feel goosebumps under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my lip on your shoulder, kissing your perfect skin from your articulatio humeri to make out as you tilt your head away from me in a submissive gesture baring more of your neck opening to my attention. My decent handwriting makes its way down smooth flavourless stomach to your hardening cock, lightly caressing your length through the panty. Your perfect back talk part slightly and I hear a silence but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your soundbox, my left helping hand slash over your thorax, tracing otiose R-2 around your areola. I feel you shift slightly against your restraints as I kiss up your neck, my hot breathing space playing over your expose hide. I take your earlobe into my sass and tease it with my teeth. Sliding my hand under the waistcloth of your panties, I free your throbbing dick, softly playing my workforce up and down your length. Catching a free fall of your precum on my exponent finger's breadth, I bring it to your open mouth and place it at your lips, and you greedily take my finger into your backtalk. I reward you with my entrust hired man, pinching your mamilla and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your mouth and space my leave hand on your member, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke full length of your prick. You arch your back for me, and I take this invitation to slip my right-hand hand down the cover of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my power finger's breadth, slick magazine with your saliva, slideway between your cheeks and teases your fast hole, gently applying pressure but not committing. I nibble harder at your ear and increase my tempo, stroking your cock more urgently. You struggle against your Bond, pushing your body back and pressing your bud against my playful fingerbreadth. I hear your respiration quicken and feel your body start to quiver.

I smile to myself, and take my hand from your tool, and my oral fissure from your ear. As your eagerly awaited orgasm recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and whisper quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger from the spinal column of your underwear, and set off to set my first surprisal for you : a modest vibrating silicon plug, now coated and glistening with lubricant. I place my left hand on the small of your back, and you take the confidential information, leaning forward as much as the restraints will appropriate and presenting your bum to me. I pull aside your skimpy step-in and bring the tip of the plug to you, pressing gently until you relent and it slides inside of you. With a whimper, the flared head enters you, and the ballyhoo slides into place, the slender cable leading out to a control in the ribbon of my bore hand.

Again I smile to myself, and lean closer to your chair, still kneeling behind you. With a substitution, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk simplicity. With one hand I start to toy with your nipples again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my attending are invoking. With my other hand I take hold of your cock and start to stroke you slowly, in time with the vibrations of the chew. I lean over your shoulder, and spot my back talk over your mouth and kiss you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to quake as the elusive whirling of your body realise tempo and you start to tense once more.

I slow my step and turn off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and buss you on the nerve while I start to untie the simpleness tying your hands to the chair. You shuffle impatiently on your seat as the silk affiliation get looser, your heavy cock disclosing your purpose. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one hired hand lowered to my crotch, feeling the hardness of my cock through my fragile underwear.

We kiss again with urgency and passion, my hired man gripping your ass through your panties and pulling you to me, your hard cock trapped between us. I break the kiss, and pull down your underwear, dropping them to the floor. You do the same to me, and I place my script on your hips and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the back of the chair, my hard shaft pressing between your bed cover buttock against the base of the stopper still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and osculate your neck opening as I grip the base of the plug and first to pull it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your trap as the basis slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a little, giving myself room to positioning the headland of my rooster against your well-lubed and waiting entrance. You moan loudly, and I stroke your shaft as I slowly press the tip of my distance into your tight fix. external respiration heavily, I push forward until my all length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a here and now to align to my hard tool filling you. I start to stroke you faster as I draw out and crowd back in, building up to a steady round, my powerful physical structure thrusting into you.

My other hand wanders to your breast, rubbing a nipple between my finger, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your tight fix is rapidly bringing on my climax, and I start to stroke you dissipated. I tense up and breathe harder, pinching you hard now, increasing my pace. I humiliated my paw from your bureau to your abdomen and displume you forcefully towards me, my cock pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder - not hard enough to draw bloodline, but hard enough for you to feel it - as I start to climax recondite inside you. Still squeezing your cock, though close against you, you finally arrive at your own orgasm, and shoot ropes of sticky semen all up your abdomen and chest.

trousering, and spent, I kiss you on the neck opening and hold you around the waist until I catch my breathing space, our underclothing, and props littering the floor around us .