A random Nox out. My girls and I were getting fix in my flat. We arrived at the golf club and made a grand entering. You turned around the Saami mo and our centre met.

The sheer potential of the discharge that erupted between us could powerfulness up a belittled town. I smiled at you, the eccentric of smile that you'd say melt you. You smiled back, checking me out from my nous, through my corset enhanced curves and tailored trousers, to the tips of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the former guy rope in the bar were gaping. You felt a rush of alfa manly pridefulness that this gorgeous lilliputian affair is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jeans and athletics buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hips. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could have it'I said casually, but you could see the devils dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the even proper. alcoholic beverage and terpsichore, we all tried to nominate the best of it.
You and I however gravitated all Nox towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the herd bar, waiting to rules of order your cocktail, with your handwriting firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your penis through your denim. The latent hostility was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the nighttime I texted you to squall it a night and receive me in my place in 10min. I said my goodbyes and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is open and you should just get in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the monotonic, it was lit only by a single lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the shower running. You walked towards the privy doorway and opened it slowly. The entire seat was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me afford the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a exceptional invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly resistless Satan'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same place, the Sami time. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the sight of our naked bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to establish a motion, to spoil the moment. I broke the impasse, took your hand and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one medal and rested the former on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my lusciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a bass sigh and put your other handwriting around my waist pulling me nigher. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the realness of the situation to sink in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your top dog caressing your neck and shoulder joint. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the side of my cheek with your hand, your thumb sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd enjoy to bite. I pressed my dead body against yours, feeling your erecting. It was so good to be able to feel you, no jacket crown, shirts or blouses between us. Just peel to scramble. Your hands started moving exploring my back, waist and pelvic girdle. I placed a soft kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palms cupped my breasts and my nail down dug into your second joint. I heard you growl and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.

You lifted me in your arms and carried me over to the bedchamber. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your handwriting and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to feel the system of weights of your body on mine. The fact that you were inviolable enough to suppress me with one deal was a act on. We rolled in the sail and now I was on top. I straightened my back and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my articulatio coxae and trying to push me onto your big, arduous dick. I swayed my rose hip and told you in stern vox 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 stop at the rim. I moved down, slowly, covering your body with sensual candy kiss, biting all the sensitive spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with fragile arrest. 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 border of the bed. I took your hired hand and guided you to the precise touch. I told you to place your bridge player back for musical accompaniment and stay like that no topic what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your breadbasket while my hands were going up and down your legs. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so improbable comes in ready to hand. My sass are on arrant pinnacle when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my tongue tracing the integral length of your penis. My back talk covered your lump, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the fundament and worked all the way up. Your ventilation became wandering. After long hour of doing just that, caressing your pecker with my tongue, backtalk and hands, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a anguish for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, baby'
'Take me in your mouth, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my lingua. A shiver run down your entire body. You were so damn hard that for a here and now I thought I might consume pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin occupation. You felt the warmth and the softness of inside of my mouth when I took you in. With no monition I started sucking hard, flicking my tongue over your sensible tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to push forward and your sinew started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other plans for you than to let you wind up then and there. You grunted with disappointment over disconnected withdrawal. I laughed. Your hand went to your face to take away the blindfold. I caught your articulatio radiocarpea and said 'you were not given permit'. Your deal returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my manus and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the lord 's name in vain. That 's how incredibly nasty, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to tinct'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your mitt immediately went to my pelvis, to my backrest, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my breast on your pectus. 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 lid. I pulled you closer and you rested your chin on my shoulder joint. My coxa started to sway again, a seductive dancing, with you buried deep inside my slit. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first thing you saw was our reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hands on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in circles. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the tempo .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me susurration and you observed in the mirror how my back arches, how my dead body tenses ... you felt my kitty pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too much ... a sensory overload. With a abstruse growl you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly brute force ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so firmly and I came again, sort 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 question and caressed my dorsum. I looked up. Your font was so serene in that minute, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me closer and held me in your blazonry. Heat from your body was keeping me affectionate. I sighed with content and relaxed totally.

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