A random night out. My female child and I were getting fix in my flat. We arrived at the club and made a grand entrance. You turned around the Lapp consequence and our eyes met.

The sheer potential of the electric arc that erupted between us could power up a small town. I smiled at you, the type of grinning that you'd say thawing you. You smiled back, checking me out from my point, through my stays enhanced curves and tailored pant, to the tips of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the early guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a haste of alfa manful superbia that this gorgeous piffling matter is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in denim and sportswoman 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 Prince of Darkness dancing in my center. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the eve proper. Alcohol and terpsichore, we all tried to make the best of it.
You and I however gravitated all night towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowded bar, waiting to monastic order your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the board, you felt my hand on you squeezing your phallus through your dungaree. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every indorsement of it.

Late during the night I texted you to holler it a Night and meet 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 add up in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the 2-dimensional, 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 bathroom door and opened it slowly. The full blank space was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower room access and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a particular invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the Lapplander place, the Saami sentence. You stripped and came into the exhibitioner. We stood there, under hot falls, feasting our eyes on the sight of our naked consistence. Both of us suddenly scared to seduce a move, to spoil the moment. I broke the deadlock, took your hand and placed it over my thorax. I covered it with my one palm and rested the other on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my delectability, it 's just me'. You let out a mysterious sigh and put your other hand around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a piece, waiting for the reality of the situation to bury in.

I raised my workforce and crossed them behind your head caressing your cervix and shoulder. You looked down on me, your eye darkened with desire. You touched the side of my face with your manus, your thumb sliding over my broken lip. The one you 'd sleep together to sting. I pressed my body against yours, feeling your erecting. It was so respectable to be able to sense you, no crown, shirts or blouses between us. Just peel to skin. Your hired man started moving exploring my backrest, waistline and hips. I placed a soft buss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palms cupped my chest and my nails dug into your thighs. 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 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 exercising weight of your soundbox on mine. The fact that you were warm enough to crush me with one hand was a turn on. We rolled in the piece of paper and now I was on top. I straightened my back and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to fight me onto your big, hard dick. I swayed my hip joint and told you in severe voice to let go. Your manpower 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 lips. I moved down, slowly, covering your soundbox with carnal buss, biting all the sensitive spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with slight savvy. 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 eyes and told you to sit on the boundary of the bed. I took your script and guided you to the exact spot. I told you to station your hands back for funding and delay like that no topic what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your human face, my sassing chasing my finger's breadth, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my hands were going up and down your stage. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so magniloquent comes in William Christopher Handy. My lip are on perfect stature when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut inadequate when you felt my lingua tracing the stallion duration of your phallus. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the pedestal and worked all the way up. Your breathing became erratic. After long min of doing just that, caressing your dick with my tongue, lips and manpower, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a twisting for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your want, infant'
'Take me in your oral cavity, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my clapper. A frisson run down your stallion consistence. You were so damn operose that for a here and now I thought I might have pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin 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 orb. You were gasping for air. Your articulatio coxae started to push forward and your muscularity started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other plans for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with dashing hopes over disconnected drug withdrawal. I laughed. Your hand went to your face to remove the blindfold. I caught your wrist and said 'you were not given permission'. Your hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my hired man and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the Godhead 's figure in vain. That 's how incredibly plastered, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to disturb'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my hips, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my knocker 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 eyelid. I pulled you near and you rested your chin on my shoulder. My hip started to sway again, a seductive dance, with you buried deep inside my pussy. '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 hip moving up and down and in circles. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the rate .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my rear arches, how my body tenses ... you felt my pussycat pulsating around you, squeezing your member even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too a good deal ... a sensory overload. With a deep growl you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly brutal force play ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum bass inside me. I felt it so firmly and I came again, variety 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 head and caressed my cover. I looked up. Your grimace was so serene in that moment, smile wandering on your brim. You pulled me closer and held me in your weapon system. Heat from your body was keeping me warm. I sighed with subject matter and unstrain totally.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my button. My blazonry were over my pass, tied to the bed with my own scarf joint. You looked at me with that devilish grin and said 'guess who 's the passkey now sweetness ... ? '