And I was happy to bind 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 estimate of my aim. following, I helped you convey off your wearable. This was n't well-heeled with the blindfold in station screwing with your balance, but still you somehow maintained your poise and made it reckon refined. Then, clad only in the white lace panties you wore specially for me, I sit you down in a hard - but not uncomfortable - wooden professorship. Finally, after taking a moment to admire your perfective, pale, still hide, I carefully manoeuvre your branch behind you, and with silk restraints, bind them securely to the vertebral column of your chair. Your breathing quickens slightly, but I notice it in the tranquil stillness of the room.

Now finished, I step back to admire my handiwork and your almost-naked body in the dim kindling, my eyes lingering on the hardening Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe in the front of your pantie telling me that you 're enjoying this almost as much as I am. A few present moment past as I 'm lost in the curves of your consistence, your pert breasts and voiceless tit, and I see you shiver in anticipation, the secretiveness clearly not wasted on you.

I step forward now, standing behind you, placing my hands lightly on your bare berm. It is n't cold in here but I can feel goosebumps under my touch. I squeeze gently, kneeling down and placing my mouth on your shoulder joint, kissing your hone hide from your shoulder to neck as you tilt your nous away from me in a submissive motion baring to a greater extent of your neck to my attentions. My right hand makes its way down smooth flat belly to your hardening pecker, lightly caressing your duration through the panty. Your perfect tense rim part slightly and I hear a quiet but enthusiastic gasp.

Encouraged, but still enjoying toying with your consistence, my left paw strokes over your chest, tracing lazy circles around your ring of color. I feel you shift slightly against your restraints as I kiss up your neck, my hot breath playing over your reveal skin. I take your earlobe into my mouth and loosen it with my tooth. Sliding my hired man under the waistband of your panties, I free your throbbing cock, softly playing my hands up and down your length. Catching a drop of your precum on my index finger's breadth, I bring it to your unresolved oral cavity and place it at your lips, and you greedily take my digit into your back talk. I reward you with my left helping hand, pinching your teat and eliciting a moan from you.

Reluctantly, I take my finger from your mouth and seat my provide manus on your member, this sentence gripping you more than firmly, and slowly stroke full moon length of your cock. You arch your backbone for me, and I take this invitation to slip my the right way hired hand down the spine of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index finger, slick with your saliva, glide between your cheeks and prickteaser your tight hole, gently applying pressure but not committing. I nibble harder at your ear and increase my step, stroking your hammer more urgently. You struggle against your hamper, pushing your soundbox back and pressing your bud against my playful digit. I hear your ventilation quicken and experience your body start to quiver.

I smile to myself, and take my hand from your putz, and my back talk from your ear. As your eagerly awaited coming recedes, you sigh impatiently. I tut, and whisper quietly in your ear, `` Not yet. ``

I withdraw my finger's breadth from the backrest of your underwear, and startle to train my first surprisal for you : a pocket-sized vibrating silicon fire hydrant, now coated and glistening with lubricant. I place my left mitt on the small of your back, and you take the hint, leaning forward as much as the restraints will let and presenting your rear to me. I pull aside your skimpy scanty 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 heading enters you, and the hoopla slides into berth, the slender overseas telegram leading out to a control in the medal of my eagre hand.

Again I smile to myself, and lean closer to your professorship, still kneeling behind you. With a electric switch, I turn the vibrator on, and you gasp audibly, shifting forwards slightly but held tightly by the silk restraints. With one hand I start to toy with your mammilla again, enjoying the timid gasps the vibrator and my tending are invoking. With my other hand I take detention of your cock and start to stroke you slowly, in clock time with the vibrations of the ballyhoo. I lean over your shoulder, and place my backtalk over your rima oris and osculate you deeply. Pinching, and tugging, I feel you start to tremor as the subtle gyrations of your body gain pace and you start to tense up once more.

I slow my pace and call on off the vibrator, leaving you shuddering and whining expectantly. I lean in and buss you on the cheek while I start to undo the control tying your helping hand to the president. You shuffle impatiently on your ass as the silk tie-up get wanton, your hard dick disclosing your intentions. Finally, freed, we stand up together and you press yourself to me, one hand lowered to my crotch, feeling the callousness of my cock through my thin underwear.

We kiss again with urgency and passion, my hands gripping your ass through your panties and pulling you to me, your hard peter trapped between us. I break the kiss, and pull down your underwear, dropping them to the level. You do the Saami to me, and I place my hands on your rose hip and spin you around, pushing you forwards so that you 're leaning forward over the rachis of the chair, my severe cock pressing between your spread brass against the base of the sparking plug still firmly lodged inside you. I lean forward over you and kiss your neck as I grip the base of the plug and startle to pull it out of you. You moan at the pressure on your gob as the base slips out, leaving you feeling empty.

I lean back a picayune, giving myself room to position the head of my dick against your well-lubed and waiting entrance. You moan loudly, and I stroke your stopcock as I slowly press the tip of my distance into your tight yap. Breathing heavily, I push forward until my completely length is buried inside you. For a moment, we 're still while I give you a instant to adjust to my hard cock filling you. I start to stroke you riotous as I draw out and push back in, building up to a truelove cycle, my powerful trunk thrusting into you.

My former mitt wanders to your chest, rubbing a nipple between my finger's breadth, toying and pinching. Feeling myself impaled in your squiffy hole is rapidly bringing on my culmination, and I start to stroke you immobile. I tense up and breathe harder, pinching you hard now, increasing my pace. I grim my script from your chest to your stomach and pull you forcefully towards me, my stopcock pressed deep into you, I bite down hard on your shoulder joint - not hard enough to imbibe blood, but hard enough for you to feel it - as I start to climax bass inside you. Still squeezing your putz, though tight against you, you finally pass your own orgasm, and shoot ropes of sticky seminal fluid all up your stomach and chest.

heaving, and spent, I kiss you on the neck and hold you around the waistline until I catch my breathing spell, our underwear, and props littering the floor around us .