A random night out. My girls and I were getting ready in my flat. We arrived at the order and made a grand entrance. You turned around the same consequence and our optic met.

The sheer potential drop of the Spark that erupted between us could power up a small Ithiel Town. I smiled at you, the type of smile that you'd say melting you. You smiled back, checking me out from my school principal, through my corset enhanced curves and tailored trousers, to the tips of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a thrill of alfa male pride that this gorgeous little affair is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jeans 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 devils dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. Alcohol and dancing, 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 order your cocktail, with your helping hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your penis through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every moment of it.

Late during the night I texted you to bid it a night and run into me in my home in 10min. I said my bye and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is open and you should just derive in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the flat, it was lit only by a single lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could see the rain shower running. You walked towards the bath door and opened it slowly. The entire place was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower threshold and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a special invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly resistless daemon'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same place, the Lapp 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 take a move, to spoil the moment. I broke the impasse, took your hand and placed it over my breast. I covered it with my one medal and rested the other on your inwardness. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a late sigh and put your other hired hand around my shank pulling me closer. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the reality of the situation to pass in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your head caressing your cervix and shoulders. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the slope of my fount with your hand, your finger sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd make out to bite. I pressed my body against yours, feeling your erection. It was so good to be capable to experience you, no jacket, shirts or blouses between us. Just tegument to skin. Your manpower started moving exploring my back, waist and rosehip. I placed a cushy kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your thenar cupped my breasts and my pick up 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 sleeping room. 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 weight of your dead body on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to crush me with one hand was a turning on. We rolled in the canvas 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 tug me onto your big, grueling dick. I swayed my hips and told you in stern voice to let go. Your hired 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 stop over at the backtalk. I moved down, slowly, covering your organic structure with sensual osculation, biting all the sore blot 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 optic and told you to sit on the edge of the bed. I took your hand and guided you to the exact spotlight. I told you to direct your hands back for support and bide like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in movement of you. I caressed your face, my mouth chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your abdomen 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 tall comes in handy. My sassing are on perfect stature when I'm kneeling in figurehead of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut shortly when you felt my tongue tracing the entire length of your member. My mouthpiece covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the base and worked all the way up. Your breathing became wandering. After long minutes of doing just that, caressing your dick with my tongue, lips and hands, but not taking it into my sassing it became nearly a straining for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, child'
'Take me in your mouth, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my glossa. A frisson run down your integral physical structure. You were so maledict surd that for a moment I thought I might have pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the slim line. You felt the warmth and the womanishness of inside of my sassing when I took you in. With no word of advice I started sucking hard, flicking my tongue over your sensitive tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your pelvic arch started to push forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other program for you than to let you terminate then and there. You grunted with disappointment over abrupt withdrawal method. I laughed. Your manus went to your face to remove the blindfold. I caught your wrist and said 'you were not given permit'. Your hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your member in my hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the Jehovah 's public figure in vain. That 's how incredibly stiff, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to touch'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your workforce immediately went to my hip, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my breasts on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your heart as i remove the blindfold. Keep them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your palpebra. I pulled you closer and you rested your Kuki on my shoulder. My pelvis started to swing again, a seductive terpsichore, with you buried deep inside my kitty. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the kickoff thing you saw was our reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hand on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in lot. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the pace .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whispering and you observed in the mirror how my book binding arch, how my 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 cryptic growl you grabbed my pelvic girdle and impaled me on you with nearly brutal force ... and again ... and again ..., your center fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so backbreaking 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 spine. I looked up. Your face was so unagitated in that moment, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me closer and held me in your limb. heating plant from your consistence was keeping me warm. I sighed with contentedness and relaxed totally.

I must experience fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my button. My arms were over my capitulum, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that roguish grin and said 'guess who 's the lord now fragrance ... ? '