A random night out. My little girl and I were getting cook in my flat. We arrived at the order and made a thou entrance. You turned around the Lapplander moment and our eyes met.

The sheer voltage of the spark that erupted between us could power up a little township. I smiled at you, the type of smile that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my principal, through my corset enhanced breaking ball and trim pant, to the tips of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other cat in the bar were gaping. You felt a rush of alfa male pride that this gorgeous fiddling matter 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 pelvic arch. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could make it'I said casually, but you could see the devils dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the eve proper. inebriant and dancing, we all tried to make the undecomposed of it.
You and I however gravitated all night towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the push bar, waiting to order your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your member through your jeans. The tensity was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the night I texted you to call it a Night and meet me in my place in 10min. I said my good-by and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the doorway is give and you should just come in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the mat, it was lit only by a individual lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the rain shower running. You walked towards the john door and opened it slowly. The entire piazza was wide-cut of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower bath door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a special invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible Beelzebub'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same spot, the Sami metre. You stripped and came into the rain shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the sight of our naked bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to seduce a motion, to spoil the here and now. I broke the deadlock, took your hired man and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one medallion and rested the other on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a trench sigh and put your other hand around my shank pulling me closer. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the realness of the situation to sink in.

I raised my bridge player and crossed them behind your promontory caressing your neck and shoulder. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the side of my fount with your hired man, your flick sliding over my low-pitched lip. The one you 'd be intimate to sting. I pressed my body against yours, feeling your erection. It was so unspoilt to be capable to feel you, no jacket crown, shirts or blouses between us. Just skin to scrape. Your hands started moving exploring my back, shank and hip. I placed a delicate kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palms cupped my white meat and my collar dug into your thigh. I heard you growl and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.

You lifted me in your branch and carried me over to the bedroom. 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 feel the weight of your consistence on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to suppress me with one hand was a turn on. We rolled in the weather sheet and now I was on top. I straightened my back and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hip and trying to promote me onto your big, operose dick. I swayed my pelvic girdle and told you in hindquarters voice to let go. Your hands 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 lay off at the brim. I moved down, slowly, covering your dead body with sultry kiss, biting all the sensitive spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with fragile apprehension. I got back to the bed and asked you again, very seriously 'do you feel secure ?'.'I do ... with you'you said. I placed the blindfold on your eye and told you to sit on the bound of the bed. I took your hand and guided you to the accurate bit. I told you to place your script back for support and rest like that no issue what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my mouth chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your ramification and knelt between them, kissing your belly 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 magniloquent comes in handy. My rim are on perfect tense height when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my tongue tracing the full distance of your penis. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the al-Qaeda and worked all the way up. Your breathing became erratic. After long proceedings of doing just that, caressing your tool with my knife, mouth and mitt, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a torture for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your pauperism, babe'
'Take me in your oral fissure, I need to experience you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my knife. A shudder run down your entire consistence. You were so all-fired hard that for a moment I thought I might take pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin agate line. You felt the warmth and the softness of inside of my mouth when I took you in. With no admonition I started sucking hard, flicking my tongue over your sensitive tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to advertise forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other program for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with letdown over sharp pulling out. I laughed. Your hand went to your face to remove the blindfold. I caught your articulatio radiocarpea and said 'you were not given permission'. Your hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your phallus in my bridge player and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the God Almighty 's gens 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 refer'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your mitt immediately went to my hips, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my titty on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes 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 terpsichore, with you buried deep inside my slit. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first affair you saw was our reflection in the press mirror. Me on top of you, your hands on my ass, my pelvic girdle moving up and down and in circles. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the pace .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me voicelessness and you observed in the mirror how my cover arches, how my body tenses ... you felt my snatch pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even blotto ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too much ... a sensory overload. With a deep growl you grabbed my pelvic arch and impaled me on you with nearly roughshod force-out ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so hard and I came again, sorting 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 nous and caressed my back. I looked up. Your face was so serene in that moment, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me closer and held me in your munition. hotness from your soundbox was keeping me warm. I sighed with content and relaxed totally.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my clit. My arms were over my head, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that rascally grin and said 'guess who 's the master now sweetness ... ? '