A random night out. My miss and I were getting ready in my flat. We arrived at the social club and made a idealistic entry. You turned around the same minute and our eyes met.

The sheer electric potential of the Muriel Sarah Spark that erupted between us could mightiness up a small townsfolk. I smiled at you, the case of grinning that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my oral sex, through my girdle enhanced curvature and tailored pant, to the tips of my melanize stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a bang of alfa virile pride that this gorgeous trivial thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in blue jean and sport buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hips. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could make it'I said casually, but you could see the devil dancing in my heart. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the eventide proper. Alcohol and terpsichore, we all tried to make the best of it.
You and I however gravitated all nighttime towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowded bar, waiting to decree your cocktail, with your handwriting firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my handwriting on you squeezing your penis through your blue jean. The tenseness 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 auf wiedersehen and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the room access is open and you should just get in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the savorless, 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 stallion place was full phase of the moon of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open up the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a special invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the Sami space, the same fourth dimension. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eye on the raft of our naked eubstance. Both of us suddenly scared to make a motion, to muff the bit. I broke the impasse, took your hand and placed it over my bureau. I covered it with my one thenar and rested the other on your centre. I said 'it 's me, my lusciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your other bridge player around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a piece, waiting for the realism of the position to sink in.

I raised my manus and crossed them behind your psyche caressing your cervix and shoulders. You looked down on me, your center darkened with desire. You touched the incline of my face with your hand, your quarter round sliding over my down lip. The one you 'd love to bite. I pressed my soundbox against yours, feeling your erection. It was so skilful to be capable to feel you, no jacket, shirts or blouses between us. Just hide to clamber. Your hands started moving exploring my binding, waistline and hips. I placed a voiced kiss on your dresser, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest of drawers. Your ribbon cupped my bosom and my nails 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 chamber. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your paw and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to finger the weight of your soundbox on mine. The fact that you were inviolable enough to crush me with one paw was a tour on. We rolled in the tack and now I was on top. I straightened my rachis and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to push me onto your big, hard putz. I swayed my hips and told you in stern vox to let go. Your helping hand 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 break at the lips. I moved down, slowly, covering your physical structure with sensual osculation, biting all the sore spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with slight apprehension. 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 center and told you to sit on the edge of the bed. I took your hand and guided you to the demand berth. I told you to put your bridge player back for support and stay like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in front end of you. I caressed your cheek, my back talk chasing my fingers, 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 grandiloquent comes in handy. My sass are on perfect height when I'm kneeling in presence of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my clapper tracing the intact length of your member. My oral fissure covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the base and worked all the way up. Your breathing became erratic. After long minutes of doing just that, caressing your pecker with my glossa, lips and hand, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a torture for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your pauperization, babe'
'Take me in your mouth, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my tongue. A frisson run down your entire body. You were so damn hard that for a minute 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 affectionateness and the effeminacy of inside of my backtalk when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my tongue over your sensitive tip over and over again. My workforce were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to advertize forward and your muscles 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 sharp drug withdrawal. I laughed. Your hand went to your nerve to hit the blindfold. I caught your wrist joint 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 hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the Godhead 's epithet in vain. That 's how incredibly stringent, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to tint'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my hips, to my book binding, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my breasts on your breast. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your oculus as i remove the blindfold. restrain them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your lid. I pulled you nigh and you rested your Kuki on my shoulder joint. My coxa started to sway again, a seductive dancing, with you buried deep inside my kitty. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first gear matter you saw was our thoughtfulness in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your script on my ass, my rose hip moving up and down and in roundabout. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the tread .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me susurration and you observed in the mirror how my vertebral column arches, how my body tenses ... you felt my pussy pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me groan your name.

It was too often ... a sensory overload. With a rich growl you grabbed my articulatio coxae and impaled me on you with nearly bestial force ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum bass inside me. I felt it so backbreaking 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 drumhead and caressed my cover. I looked up. Your boldness was so serene in that moment, smile wandering on your brim. You pulled me closer and held me in your arms. Heat from your body was keeping me warm. I sighed with subject matter and relaxed totally.

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