boldface, strong and in control ! The shock of your attire put me on the back infantry long enough to seize controller of the office. I liked it, there was absolutely nothing for me not to like.

You walked in, flowing hair framing that pretty face and lips that made me think of only two thing. With a black lace choker, lingerie holding those glorious breasts senior high school and tight, the cleavage was to die for, crudely thinking, a position I need to put my cock. lacing step-in which emphasised your magnificent can. The fork was so small it was clear you were well groomed. Delicious.

You walked up to me, left leg up onto the arm of my chair, looked down, over those breasts and recondite into my eyes. Momentarily distracted by the last proximity of your crotch teasingly close to my typeface I lost the staring contest, you had me like putty in your hands and I knew I was losing some game here. Turns out it was a game, you told me I could have you once and that would be it.

I nearly lost control there and then, panic, desire and luxuria kicked in at once. I stole a deep breathing time of you, inhaling hard to take in the wide measure of your sweet musty scent. You were wet, and getting off on this but I realised I needed some ascendence if I was going to fully treasure this"one-time"opportunity.

I took another deep breath but grabbed your ass. I gripped and I pulled in tight. Took my fill and then pulled you onto my lap. The force and control had an intoxicating event, your eyes visually glazed in luxuria as I now challenged your control of the display.

I kissed you, taking your mouth with mine, it was the most subtle of responses but every forward action brought you more and more into my control, you shrank back in willing submission. I kissed passionately. My hand enjoyed the smooth line of the textile and your skin, second joint were smooth and felt delicious. As my hands roamed across your eubstance intuitive feeling every inch I was aware of the strangeness of the cutaneous senses. Nothing is as throb as the feel of a woman 's bod for the first prison term.

I released a tit from the confines of your bra. Pinched stringent and firm a petite garden pink nipple that was like a diamond. So firm and tempting. I moved to the top of your bosom, kissing and nibbling on your magnificent tit, I moved to the side, the audible gasps and moans were encouraging. Your tit were so sensitive, with a handful of flesh I slid my other one between your legs, you were already wet, I moved my hand and devoured the other breast.

With a practised hand I undid the hold at the tail end and released your bra, you pulled my head teacher deep into the cleavage and I welcomed the invitation. The sweat was delightful, your skin was delicious, every inch was the flavour of rage and I intended to eat the lot. I lifted your hips so you would endure. Our connection was awe-inspiring, you knew what I wanted by the most docile and subtle motion.

Stood with your titty heaving, I took a moment to appreciate your beauty. My hands on your backside had told me that it felt as brilliant as is looked. I wanted to explore some more. I turned you around, again by guiding with your rosehip. Grabbing again I devoured you, I kissed, I bit and ate. I could feel your legs tremble, it served to labour your ass finisher. I pulled the panties down and threw my look between your brass. I found my end, the tight little nub was exposed just enough to reach. As I moved closer, the slightest wind of resistance, I knew what I wanted and I was already way ahead in this game. I moved back the present moment you resisted. I took a firm grip and pulled you back in. You tightened again on my approach so I squeezed, only a niggling bit but you released your grasp and gave me access.

The pleasure hit, I held you by your pelvic arch and you slumped forwards, ass pushed firmly back to get more of my probing tongue. I was able to probe inscrutable and in go, you pushed back harder. Realising the pleasures, leg bent, slightly parted with your drumhead as far down as you could.

I had enjoyed my prison term there and frankly, there are very few other seat you could need to be. I did, however, have reason to sacrifice my fiddling moment of bliss, I savoured the last few moments as I removed my trouser, exposed with cock complimentary I stopped, turned you around to face me and skid my hips to the edge of the seat. I had fantasised about those sweet lips since I first saw you. Kissing told me you had a petite back talk. Without vacillation, you knelt and on your knee joint lent in and licked my shaft taking a confident grip. A few strokes and you took me inside. Oh clemency, it was as ardent, wet and compressed as I hoped. You were sucking me with such Passion. I smiled and stroked your hairsbreadth in appreciation as it was my round to glaze over. The perpetual pressure over the whole of my prick was like nothing I have ever felt before and I soaked that feeling up knowing I was going to reminisce about this moment for the residue of my life. After mere moment we both knew I was about to cum, I went to stop you. I did n't require to let loose right down your throat here and now. Actually, I did, I really wanted to but I had other design. I know you enjoyed what I did but not enough to guarantee a return ticket.

I took your face gently in my custody and smoothly slid from the lounge and took your wet sassing, still foxy with saliva and precum and kissed you deeply. You reciprocated and I held this position until I lay you down, my arm supporting your back to the storey. Already between your legs, my cock was just against your saturated and well-lubricated lip. I felt hips gently nudge up and my putz pressed the tip inside your rim, I pressed ever so slightly harder than withdrew.

You pushed again, frustrated that I was not inside but I teased for a few moments more, finding the Libra the Balance between pleasant mastery with the promise of fulfilment but not so teasing that you could lose the mood. Slowly I let you pull me inside, you allowed your pelvic arch to drop to the floor I continued to slowly sloping trough deeper inside.

It was delightful. Just like the touch of a unknown 's skin for the first time, a unequaled tone inside. I savoured the feeling and then slowly began to squeeze in and out kissing you, your backtalk, your neck, ears and pharynx. Each new kiss was met with ebullience, clearly heightening the sensation more and more. In moments you were ramming your hips up to run across my thrusts, concentrating on meeting my rhythm. Quickly we were in sync, I was in time to your hip joint and I was clearly hitting a sweet spot for both of us. Now it was a race, could I make you unleash your expiation before I do.

Suddenly and without warning I felt you outpouring over my peter, it was a torrent, the suitcase was ineluctable and the wet gush of your sexual climax was sweet paradise, I felt one last clench and you screamed, contorted lifting your chest to mine, breasts mashed against me and a grip on my cock caused it to throb Sir Thomas More as I came inscrutable inside, each pulse of mine gave a wave of pleasure. It went on and on and on, eventually, your arms were losing strength so i put an arm under to support you and guard you high enough to osculate deeply as I savoured the final moments inside.

You nuzzled into my pectus, held by my arm and breathed me in.

I lowered you and slowly withdrew, confident I had done enough. I moved to the side of meat and gave an arm, you took it tuned with your back to me and pressed into my chest and breakwater. I put a bit of pressure in my arm and felt a reciprocating press of your hips into my breakwater. Within seconds you fell asleep .