I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how terrific it could be. Losing my pile behind a blindfold has over fourth dimension sharpened my former senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can smell out the paraffin oil wax candle, the phone of your sound breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can reek your putz, the glistening, sweaty fragrance of your body. I know that you're watching me. I stand a picayune taller. I can feel the adoration in your eyes. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a pansy. I sense your heart on my naked breasts, especially those sphere that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your optic travel down my voluptuous chocolate body, over my flat belly with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky inkiness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted thing and recollective legs. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this dawning by sticking your knife between my wooden leg, licking my soundbox awake until every boldness was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would squeeze your first light hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to take on this biz. I love our plot but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way potential. I want to eat you, to feel the intensity level of your hardness under my knife. I am waiting for you to come in to me, to palliate the ache between my thigh. I hear your substructure moving across the concrete trading floor and then you're so close to me that I can palpate your breather
across my skin. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the wait,'you say. I feel your deal on my feet. I allow you to lick from bounder to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the bite of your tooth as you bite into my carefully moisturised peel. A bolt of electricity shoots up my still second joint. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suction on it. Then I feel the thick carpeting above your sex. I try to take my feet lower but you won't let me. You want to impoverish me of sexual pleasure until I'm so athirst that I beg you to admit me. If you could only see the desire in my oculus that I can't tolerate to hand my lips, for then you would torture me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your cock, your body heavy on top of mine, the taste of you in my back talk and on my skin. My pes hits the ground with a forte thump. My heartbeat quickens with excited pain. tinker's damn ! You are in ascendance and I love it ! Okay big dada, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my softness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my rear lip between your dentition and tug.

I try to draw in away but you grab the face of my head in your strong hands. Your teeth swallow hole into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my branch there is goose egg but pleasure. You leave my side for a mo and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something still and soft glide up my thigh. I guess it is a flake off, green banana. In my Caribbean finish green banana tree can be turned into Delicious dishes but as you dip the tip into my kitty I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana circles my large pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet circle of pussycat juice and fruit. Then it's in my sass and I'm sucking it like it's your dick. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to leave head using a common banana. It's still one of my front-runner toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and cacoethes of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulp. I'd love to devour your cock, to sink my teeth into your military helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
lord, I'm begging already ! This darker face of you is
making me crazy with desire. Your hands slip between my
stage. God you have a big clit, you tell me. It's like a
Milton Snavely Hershey's kiss.
‘ But I taste better.'
I hear you smacking your brim. Yes you do, you say.
Your script moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and displume your fingers away.
I feel white hot heat next to my expression and inhale the
olfactory property of a vanilla scented standard candle. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to fuck me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
topographic point of your hard, jealous cock.

I feel my arms fall as you crushed my chains and for a moment the sheer substitute is almost orgasmic. Fear sets in as you force me to my knees and push my oral sex down to the ground. Would this new overrefinement be worth the thrill of a slickness candle sliding in and out of my pussy ? Don't you understand that I need something to fill me when you're not here ? Even though my pussy moulds to your hawkshaw, it's a naughty, insatiate little slut. I feel the number 1 drop curtain of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my pelt. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to touch my engorged clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attention to the sob in my phonation. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you excruciate me with following ? I feel fond silicone sliding down my book binding. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the added leather strap and warp. I love to welt it on our bed and ride it hard. I wait with all kettle of fish undefendable and panting, not knowing which one you'll jostle my beloved joy into. The snap of the straps across my ass holds to a greater extent surprise than botheration. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So punish me, penalize me until I learn to assure myself !
The second swipe is a little harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my juices flow from my puss onto the
backs of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the ingress to my pussy. I hold
my breath in anticipation. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightness of my ass.
Holy mother of God ! The sugariness of the gibe
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, inscrutable thrusting that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged beast. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my puss, kneading me like soft island staff of life. I grind my rose hip into your hired man. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold, restless and confused. I call your figure softly but you do not answer. time drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky cellar tap. Except for that and my grueling breathing there is no audio. testament you leave me here for another few hr ? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and frustration. And then I feel it. Its rough grain on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to know that it's beautiful, like hangman's rope, my dearie. You lift my body until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and tum in an intricate pattern that you have perfected over time. I would have it off to see myself, the picket R-2 against my benighted skin, my big tit peeking out. The visible radiation deprivation is now driving me unbalanced, but isn't that the point of our little games ? You place the rope between my legs, burying it between my slit lips. It bites into my sensitive clit. The rope travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo whipping. I love the feel of the circle against my raw human body. You loop the end of the rope and fix it in a knot. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being incapacitated and totally at your mercy. I feel the rope on my teat. You play with me, teasing me until I can't take it anylonger. God, I'm about to derive ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my grimace is flooded with luminousness.

Even though it is only the effeminacy of taper it is bright after 60 minutes of darkness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the R-2 against my clitoris. ‘ Oh baby, I love the way you love me. Make me come beloved, gain me scream.'The rope moves faster. ‘ Oh God, I'm gon na die !'I bend my knee joint, opening myself up to you. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do anything but feel the texture of the rope and the flame it is causing. At the stark moment you untie the finish knot. I watch in astonishment as you scoot under me and spread your mouth wide. I'm gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your open back talk like dearest from the Rock. I watch you worship at the Lord's table of my cunt.
I am woman, listen me wail as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your face up into my kitty. My back talk open amazingly releasing even more pick into your hungry mouth, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, gluey bosom. I wish that I could press your head further into my body. I wish that I could grab your turncock and shove it into my aching golf hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
better than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your clay, giant pecker up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing equivalence to you.
nil comes close to the look of your pulsating dick,
your warm breath on my skin, the beauty of your
contorted expression as you come. Oh the predilection of your come,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my needs. You pull out of me and set about rubbing your cock over my rope-clad organic structure. How serious that flavor. I drop to my articulatio genus and watch you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing white liquidity gold all over my face. I stick my glossa out and taste the salty Fucus serratus of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more time ? In sec I'm on my back with my legs spread give with you between them eating my kitty like it's your last supper. God, you're skilful with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whine. Oh yes infant, hit me palpate like a womanhood.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my odoriferous baby