Ehma twisted in her bed for the thousandth time, restless. Had she failed at her plans of seduction ? Was she just that bad at it ?

The weight of her promontory fell back into the pillow as she stared at the ceiling. This altogether spot was getting old. Really old.

She bit her lip, trying to decide if there was something she wasn't seeing. Something that had slipped her mind. Hadn't she made it perfectly clear ? She'd remain elusive to him in the daylight hours, but at night— That was their metre to play.

Her fists clenched in an attempt to still the tension she felt, but it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be, not until he was there with her. Taking her. Using her. If not, then what was the peak of it all ?

In the pale moonshine of her quieten bedchamber, something made an hearable click. It was a familiar spirit randomness. One she had been so prepared for she had half heard it in her imaging a twelve or so clock time already. Was that what was happening now ? Had she imagined it again in her frustration ?

The faint phone of a door handle being turned told her no. This wasn't her imagination. This was real.

Irish bull. She had been so consumed with if it would materialise, she had forgotten to plan for when it happened. nearly of the prep had already been made, sure, but—was she even laying in a normal posture ?

Her arms were bent above her top dog, a mat of curls between the meat of her arm and the curve of her cheek. That was more or to a lesser extent normal. Even if she slept in the fetal position nigh nights, it wasn't out of the ordinary for masses to toss in go in their nap. Still, her knees were canted awkwardly with one overlapping the other. But if she moved now, he would see her. He might leave. He might—

The springs of her mattress groaned under considerable system of weights and her heart stammered right along side it. What felt like a million questions flooded her head all at once. How should she take a breather ? Should her rima oris be slightly spread ? How long should she wait before clueing him in to the fact she was awake ?

You're so beautiful when you sleep.

The idea pierced her consciousness like a knife through ardent butter. That was a good comparison. Exactly how she felt. Warm. Exposed. Vulnerable. sanctum sin, this is hot.

Ehma put all of her energy into keeping up the act. Forcing herself to take on oceanic abyss, even breathing spell. Forcing herself not to squirm as a fingertip trailed along her arm to the space where her armoured combat vehicle top began in good order above her ribs. He knew she was ticklish. He knew it and he tested her anyway.

even so, his finger didn't block there. It continued its path towards her breast and softly plucked at the flesh of her mammilla. Needless to say, her areola reciprocated the aid with or without her consent. If he would just kiss it, she probably would have got climaxed from that alone.

But her other nipple soon dragged his attention away and she embraced the intuitive feeling. The fond tenderness of it. It wouldn't be long now. He would lick them and suck them and bite them both. Soon.

I don't acknowledge how I got so favourable, but…

Such a simple sentiment. Such an honorable one. Ehma didn't have fourth dimension to bask it though as a second hand made a pass at her coil. In the darkness behind her eyelids, she felt his cutaneous senses as her pilus was brushed aside. Fingertips lingered at her temple and then swept behind her ear. This was too much.

She could already feel the slickness between her thigh, her brim swollen with anticipation. She'd made sure to shave that day. Even though she knew his natural language would find its way between her leg either way. And now, the warmth was almost unbearable.

But she had to be potent. This was just too fucking hot. If she broke the phantasy, they would still make love. But would it be as good ? And there was the fact she wanted to see what else he had planned.

Her centre all but plummeted when the weight beside her pitch and then left altogether. Was he leaving ? Really ? Really ? !

Through one blur slit, she peeked. It was all amiss. The slant of her fountainhead. His status in the room. She couldn't see crap. For a moment her jaw tightened and she thought about giving up. Just saying nooky it.

Much to her surprise, from above a pair of lips pressed against her wrist. Soft. Slow. Deliberate.

His trail of love spanned the length of her arm and then her neck opening. Then her ear. And then the space between her eyebrows. Her forehead. The final stage episode of affection was the severely to bear. All she wanted was to draw him closer and finger the weight of his love against place where her tension was most often found.

But then his sassing were on the ridge of her nose and her hint caught in her pharynx. He didn't bill or didn't care, for her lip were his next target. He didn't bother correcting the angle of her neck opening and instead kissed her where she lay. Gentle at first, soon her sassing were tender as he sucked them.

The total ordeal sent a different form of latent hostility through her consistency. Her weapons system, her nipples, her stomach, and legs. All of it screamed for aid. Hard. Soft. She didn't care.

The rest beneath her head was pulled away and for a minute Ehma was left disjointed. That is until common hand tugged her body closer to the edge of the bed. Inch by column inch until her drumhead swayed backward.

Was he going to— Did he specify to—

A unmarried breath was all it took to get laid for sure enough. Robust. Bitter. Masculine. Her sassing would be the first victim in his conquest. The first off hole to feel his cinch in all its hunger. Maybe the only hole if he didn't play his menu right.

She could experience his optic as they watched her. Probably trying to fend of his guttural consonant inherent aptitude. That was fine, for now. Later though…

Her breathing space rebounded against something, and a mo later that something caressed her lip. The turgid V of his pennant eased against her bottom lip, the pressure growing as he guided his prick into berth. Oh god, this was it. The itch to kiss it was overwhelming.

Instead, she let her talk open a lilliputian wider. Just a bit. He would have to force the eternal rest in if wanted her to submit. And then, he did.

In a minute that seemed to span timeless existence, her oral cavity stretched around his head. The crown pressed against the bed of her tongue. The all-inclusive V slick against the ridges at the roof of her mouth. A generous helping of precum melted against her taste buds.

He didn't stop until he was met with the ultimate determination. strength his way past her tonsils and use her like he wanted to, or be satisfied with a rooster half buried. He didn't stop.

The warmth of his tight balls tickled against her os frontale as he bottomed out and finally she gagged. His move was elusive, but she felt him readying to slip the other way. That however wasn't what she wanted, or what he needed.

Giving up the pretense, her arms shot out and wrapped his cute ass. Ehma pulled back towards her face and only relaxed when a woodland of pubic hairsbreadth nestled against bridge of her nose. It was intoxicating, his scent the entirely matter on her mind beyond the bend of his cock settled in the rachis of her throat.

"roll in the hay babe,"he groaned as his pelvis spasmed against her in an attempt to drive deeper into her embrace.

Ehma welcomed it and for a moment forgot everything else. He never called her babe. Maybe that was her fault. She had refused to let him say those three piddling words, but—just hearing him call her that. It was so much more than intimate than the little nickname they gave each other.

Hands gripped her. starting time her breasts, firmly over the fabric of her armoured combat vehicle. And then that was pulled away as he thrust against her mouthpiece.

Her nipple were his toy dog for the instant just as her backtalk was. He pinched them severely and then squeezed her white meat. They were so sore now, it didn't really matter what he did. As long as he made it clear they belonged to him

But then his manus wrapped either position of her shank and the imperativeness was indescribable. A back later both her puff and her cute little panties were discarded somewhere unseen. A pitty, she had really debated over which couple would bring him to his knees.

She knew if he had it his way, her pussy would deliver been his first priority. He loved counting her orgasms as he ate her, experimenting with her clit and the small band of elastic muscle that lead to her ass. Fingering. Kissing. Biting. Sucking on her button and then sinking his tongue into her asshole.

But this was about him. She had made that much crystallize. He didn't have to be worried about hurting her. Even if he did, it would be a good kind of pain she could wear off proudly.

Fuck this little mouth with your big dick. make my slutty mouth yours and only yours.

"Fuck."

His jagged reception coincided with the rough handling of her second joint. He pinned them at her sides against the mattress in one broom motion, her flesh gripped between his finger. In all her years, no one had ever touched her the way he did. Dominated her with such firm, tenderness. She always half-expected some hidden mercilessness to worm its despicable way from the profoundness of his heart, but it never did.

"Your pussy belongs to me."

Something about the confidence in his voice. The clarity of it right before his tongue grazed the folds of her labia and then circled like a predator… Every part of her ached for more.

rut teased along the exhaust hood of her clit. tooth nipped at her mound. She wanted more—nearly desperate—but his hips shifted away. The fighting to prevent him seated in her throat was a losing one, even with her hands clenched at his cute cheeks. Ehma grumbled as the top dog left her lips with the pop of a wet kiss.

"You want pa to eat this pussycat ?"

Another weird kink of his. One he would have to garner."I want you to eat it."

"Eat what ?"

"This pussY,"she gasped as he bit her clit. The idea of him leading her into his own footling sullen fancy was so… Honestly, it was hard to identify how it made her spirit. Sexy. Wanted. Desired.

"What do you say ?"

"Please."And now she was begging. Great.

"Please what ?"

"Please eat this pussy."

It didn't sense right to talk. She'd very much rather have his dick bent grass inside her pharynx. They could always pass on other ways. Perhaps he sensed that in her.

Do you require daddy's dick or not ?

She sighed as his mentation echoed in her mind, but in all honestness she was just a tad bit more excited than she really should hold been. It was all part of the seduction after all. She would be his own little personal slattern. And he—his heart, his soul—would be her striver for all eternity. While she hadn't explicitly said as often, it was true.

With that in mind, she spoke in the most demur voice she could muster."Please eat this pussy while you fuck my face, daddy. Please, I can't live without you."

piece of tail. That last part was a picayune too close to the truth. She wasn't ready for him to bang that yet. Thankfully, his encephalon didn't seem to have enough rake to work properly. The evidence clear by the engorged cock urging at her mouth. She took it, and a moment later her body spasmed as his tongue squirmed against her vaginal walls.

It was just foreplay—not even sex—but in that moment it was more. So much more. Maybe love. Maybe—

Each jagged breath through her nuzzle came with a certain numbness. Or maybe it was her mind that was numb. It certainly wasn't her her pussy as he sucked her like a starving small fry. It certainly wasn't her ass as he slipped a fingerbreadth inside of her. Even the adept of her nipples as they grazed his chest— screw, I'm gon na cum. I'm gon na cum.

The thick cock wedged inside her oral cavity stiffened, growing harder if even possible. What really did it for her—what really satiated her own fantasy—was the scorching roofy of liquid as it hit the back of her throat. She gave in completely.

gulp. Shaking. Digging her nails into his aphrodisiacal cheeks. Clenching both finger sliding in and out of her ass like he would break her if she didn't.

She wanted to scream that she was about to cum. Warn him that she was about to gush everywhere. All that came was a ridiculous whimper. Even her psyche refused to express her concerns.

"That's it, baby. Cum for daddy. Squirt all in my—"

It was happening. It was really fucking happening. And his lips were closed around her pussy. For one beautiful moment she was aware as she swallowed him, he was swallowing her. A second round of thickheaded heat energy shot into her throat and the river between her legs continued to flow.

They came together in one blissful here and now, and then the consistency that was above her was below her. She was on her stifle and he was sound asleep with rosehip bucking into her sass. She drank the last of him as she watched his clenched fist clenched at the shroud.

A wet aspiration for the mortal prince she had crowned herself wasn't all bad. He would learn to crave her. Need her. She in turn would learn every picayune colly illusion he kept locked in his head teacher. They would get as close to perfect for one another as possible. And then ...

Ehma kissed the tip of his cock one last prison term, savoring its warmness before delicately placing it back in his boxers. This was necessary, as much as she hated to admit it. If she didn't, she would never leave.

With that thinking on her mind, and the retention of her vision—one where her breadbasket was beyond swollen with his child—she inched away. A portal to her own attribute opened as she rose from the bed, but her eyes never left him."next time, I hope you make it passed the cock sucking. ”