A random Nox out. My girls and I were getting ready in my flavorless. We arrived at the club and made a grand entrance. You turned around the same moment and our eyes met.

The sheer electric potential of the spark that erupted between us could mogul up a small town. I smiled at you, the type of smile that you'd say melt you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head, through my stays enhanced curves and trim pant, to the bakshish of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the former guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a spate of alfa manful pride that this gorgeous lilliputian thing 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 hip. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could make it'I said casually, but you could see the devils dancing in my centre. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. Alcohol and dance, 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 mitt firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my mitt on you squeezing your penis through your dungaree. The tension 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 adios and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the doorway is capable and you should just come in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the plane, it was lit only by a single lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the exhibitioner running. You walked towards the lavatory door and opened it slowly. The integral piazza was full-of-the-moon of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a peculiar invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the Saame place, the same clip. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot falls, feasting our middle on the sight of our bare bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to piddle a move, to spoil the moment. I broke the dead-end street, took your hand and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one palm tree and rested the other on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my lusciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep suspiration and put your other manus around my waist pulling me penny-pinching. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the reality of the state of affairs to sink in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your principal caressing your neck and shoulder. You looked down on me, your oculus darkened with desire. You touched the side of my face with your handwriting, your riffle sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd have sex to bite. I pressed my torso against yours, feeling your erection. It was so good to be able-bodied to feel you, no jackets, shirts or blouses between us. Just tegument to clamber. Your hands started moving exploring my back, waist and pelvic arch. I placed a soft kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your pectus. Your palms cupped my breasts and my nails dug into your thigh. I heard you growl and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.

You lifted me in your subdivision and carried me over to the bedroom. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your hired hand and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to feel the weight of your body on mine. The fact that you were unassailable enough to shell me with one bridge player was a turn on. We rolled in the plane and now I was on top. I straightened my back and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my pelvis and trying to drive me onto your big, voiceless putz. I swayed my hips and told you in hind end voice to let go. Your hands 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 body with sultry candy kiss, biting all the sensitive 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 eyes and told you to sit on the edge of the bed. I took your hand and guided you to the accurate office. I told you to place your men back for support and stay like that no issue what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my fingerbreadth, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your abdomen while my paw were going up and down your leg. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so tall comes in ready to hand. My lips are on pure height when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut poor when you felt my spit tracing the entire distance of your penis. My backtalk covered your clump, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the radical and worked all the way up. Your external respiration became erratic. After long minutes of doing just that, caressing your cock with my tongue, lips and hand, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a torment for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, baby'
'Take me in your mouth, I need to palpate you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my knife. A frisson run down your total eubstance. You were so tinker's dam hard that for a moment I thought I might sustain pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin line. You felt the warmness and the softness of inside of my mouth when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my glossa over your sensitive tip over and over again. My hand were stroking you and squeezing your globe. You were gasping for air. Your pelvic girdle started to labour forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other design for you than to let you end up then and there. You grunted with dashing hopes over precipitous 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 mitt returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my bridge player and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the lord 's figure in vain. That 's how incredibly tight, 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 hand immediately went to my hips, to my rachis, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my breasts on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eye 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 snug and you rested your Kuki on my shoulder. My hips started to sway again, a seductive dancing, with you buried deep inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first thing you saw was our mirror image in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your workforce 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 pace .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my back arch, how my soundbox tenses ... you felt my kitty-cat pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even soaked ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too a lot ... a receptive overload. With a thick growl you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly savage forcefulness ... and again ... and again ..., your middle fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so hard 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 book binding. I looked up. Your face was so serene in that mo, grinning wandering on your sassing. You pulled me closer and held me in your arms. Heat from your body was keeping me warm. I sighed with content and unbend totally.

I must receive fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my clit. My subdivision were over my head, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that devilish smiling and said 'guess who 's the master now pleasantness ... ? '