Ehma twisted in her bed for the 1000th time, restless. Had she failed at her programme of conquest ? Was she just that bad at it ?

The weight of her straits fell back into the pillow as she stared at the ceiling. This whole situation was getting old. Really old.

She bit her lip, trying to adjudicate if there was something she wasn't seeing. Something that had slipped her mind. Hadn't she made it perfectly clear ? She'd remain elusive to him in the daytime hour, but at night— That was their time to represent.

Her fist clenched in an endeavor to relieve the latent hostility she felt, but it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be, not until he was there with her. Taking her. Using her. If not, then what was the point of it all ?

In the pale moonlight of her quiet bedroom, something made an audible mouse click. It was a comrade disturbance. One she had been so prepared for she had half heard it in her imagination a dozen or so times already. Was that what was happening now ? Had she imagined it again in her frustration ?

The faint sound of a door handle being turned told her no. This wasn't her resourcefulness. This was real.

bull. She had been so consumed with if it would materialize, she had forgotten to plan for when it happened. well-nigh of the provision had already been made, sure, but—was she even laying in a normal perspective ?

Her arms were bent above her chief, a mat of curls between the meat of her arm and the curve of her face. That was more or less normal. Even if she slept in the fetal position most nights, it wasn't out of the ordinary for citizenry to dispose in number in their sleep. Still, her stifle were canted awkwardly with one overlapping the other. But if she moved now, he would see her. He might go out. He might—

The spring of her mattress groaned under considerable weight and her centre stammered right along incline it. What felt like a million questions flooded her mind all at once. How should she breathe ? Should her rima oris be slightly open ? How long should she wait before clueing him in to the fact she was awake ?

You're so beautiful when you sleep.

The idea pierced her consciousness like a tongue through warm butter. That was a safe comparison. Exactly how she felt. Warm. Exposed. Vulnerable. Holy Inferno, this is hot.

Ehma put all of her energy into keeping up the act. Forcing herself to take oceanic abyss, even breathing time. Forcing herself not to wrestle as a fingertip trailed along her arm to the place where her tank top began right field above her ribs. He knew she was ticklish. He knew it and he tested her anyway.

Even so, his digit didn't stop there. It continued its path towards her boob and softly plucked at the pulp of her teat. acerate leaf to say, her areola reciprocated the attending with or without her consent. If he would just kiss it, she probably would possess climaxed from that alone.

But her other mammilla soon dragged his attention away and she embraced the feeling. The quick tenderness of it. It wouldn't be long now. He would lick them and lactate them and seize with teeth them both. Soon.

I don't know how I got so prosperous, but…

Such a simple thought. Such an honest one. Ehma didn't have time to relish it though as a secondment mitt made a head at her whorl. In the darkness behind her eyelid, she felt his skin senses as her hair was brushed aside. Fingertips lingered at her temple and then swept behind her ear. This was too very much.

She could already sense the slickness between her thigh, her sass swollen with anticipation. She'd made sure to shave that day. Even though she knew his glossa would find its way between her leg either way. And now, the heating system was almost unbearable.

But she had to be firm. This was just too bloody hot. If she broke the phantasy, they would still take a leak love. But would it be as dependable ? And there was the fact she wanted to see what else he had planned.

Her core all but plummeted when the weight beside her lurch and then left altogether. Was he leaving ? Really ? Really ? !

Through one blurred slit, she peeked. It was all wrong. The Angle of her head. His military position in the way. She couldn't see dirt. For a moment her jaw tightened and she thought about giving up. Just saying fuck it.

Much to her surprise, from above a span of lips pressed against her wrist. Soft. Slow. Deliberate.

His lead of beloved spanned the length of her arm and then her cervix. Then her ear. And then the space between her eyebrows. Her brow. The last-place sequence of affection was the hardest to bear. All she wanted was to draw him closer and feel the weight of his erotic love against place where her tautness was most often found.

But then his back talk were on the ridge of her nozzle and her breather caught in her throat. He didn't notice or didn't care, for her lips were his next butt. He didn't bother correcting the angle of her cervix and instead kissed her where she lay. Gentle at first, soon her backtalk were supply ship as he sucked them.

The entire ordeal sent a different variety of tension through her body. Her arm, her nipples, her stomach, and legs. All of it screamed for care. Hard. Soft. She didn't care.

The pillow beneath her head was pulled away and for a minute Ehma was left illogical. That is until rough-cut hands tugged her trunk closer to the boundary of the bed. column inch by inch until her head swayed backward.

Was he going to— Did he mean to—

A single breath was all it took to have a go at it for certainly. Robust. bitterness. Masculine. Her mouth would be the beginning dupe in his conquest. The first hole to experience his cinch in all its hunger. Maybe the only hollow if he didn't play his cards right.

She could feel his eyes as they watched her. Probably trying to resist of his guttural instincts. That was okay, for now. Later though…

Her breather rebounded against something, and a moment later that something caressed her sass. The large V of his crown eased against her bottom lip, the insistence growing as he guided his cock into position. Oh god, this was it. The urge to kiss it was overwhelming.

Instead, she let her mouth spread out a little wider. Just a bit. He would let to force the rest in if wanted her to bow. And then, he did.

In a moment that seemed to sweep timeless existence, her mouth stretched around his head. The crown pressed against the bed of her tongue. The all-inclusive V slick against the rooftree at the roof of her mouth. A generous helping of precum melted against her taste buds.

He didn't hitch until he was met with the ultimate decision. Force his way past her faucial tonsil and use her like he wanted to, or be satisfied with a pecker half buried. He didn't stop.

The warmth of his closely clump tickled against her forehead as he bottomed out and finally she gagged. His motility was pernicious, but she felt him readying to slip the other way. That however wasn't what she wanted, or what he needed.

Giving up the pretense, her arms shot out and wrapped his cunning ass. Ehma pulled back towards her look and only relaxed when a timber of pubic hairsbreadth nestled against bridge of her nose. It was intoxicating, his scent the sole thing on her mind beyond the bend of his shaft settled in the back of her throat.

"ass babe,"he groaned as his pelvic girdle spasmed against her in an attack to motor deeper into her embrace.

Ehma welcomed it and for a bit forgot everything else. He never called her babe. Maybe that was her fault. She had refused to let him say those three little actor's line, but—just hearing him call her that. It was so much more intimate than the slight nicknames they gave each other.

Hands gripped her. First her breasts, firmly over the fabric of her armored combat vehicle. And then that was pulled away as he thrust against her mouthpiece.

Her nipples were his plaything for the moment just as her mouth was. He pinched them concentrated and then squeezed her breasts. They were so medium now, it didn't really matter what he did. As long as he made it clear they belonged to him

But then his hands wrapped either side of her waist and the pressure was indescribable. A arcsecond later both her comforter and her cute little panties were discarded somewhere unseen. A pitty, she had really debated over which twain would bring him to his knees.

She knew if he had it his way, her pussy would ingest been his first priority. He loved counting her orgasms as he ate her, experimenting with her clit and the small band of rubber band brawniness that Pb to her ass. Fingering. Kissing. Biting. Sucking on her clitoris and then sinking his spit into her arse.

But this was about him. She had made that practically clear. He didn't have to be worried about hurting her. Even if he did, it would be a unspoilt kind of pain she could tire out proudly.

ass this petty mouthpiece with your big gumshoe. pass water my slutty mouth yours and only yours.

"Fuck."

His jagged response coincided with the rough intervention of her thighs. He pinned them at her slope against the mattress in one tangle apparent movement, her flesh gripped between his fingers. In all her twelvemonth, no one had ever touched her the way he did. Dominated her with such firm, softheartedness. She always half-expected some obliterate cruelty to twist its ugly way from the depths of his tenderness, but it never did.

"Your pussy belongs to me."

Something about the confidence in his voice. The limpidity of it right before his tongue grazed the faithful of her labia and then circled like a predator… Every part of her ached for more.

warmth teased along the hood of her button. tooth nipped at her mound. She wanted more—nearly desperate—but his pelvic girdle shifted away. The fight to keep him seated in her throat was a losing one, even with her hands clenched at his cute cheeks. Ehma grumbled as the principal left her lips with the pop of a wet kiss.

"You want pappa to eat this pussy ?"

Another uncanny wrick of his. One he would have to earn."I want you to eat it."

"Eat what ?"

"This twat,"she gasped as he bit her button. The idea of him leading her into his own little dark fantasy was so… Honestly, it was hard to distinguish how it made her feel. Sexy. Wanted. Desired.

"What do you say ?"

"Please."And now she was begging. Great.

"Please what ?"

"Please eat this pussy."

It didn't experience right to utter. She'd much rather have his dick bent inside her throat. They could always communicate other agency. Perhaps he sensed that in her.

Do you want daddy's dick or not ?

She sighed as his thoughts echoed in her idea, but in all Lunaria annua she was just a tad bit more energise than she really should have been. It was all part of the seduction after all. She would be his own small personal slattern. And he—his heart, his soul—would be her slave for all eternity. While she hadn't explicitly said as much, it was true.

With that in mind, she spoke in the most demur voice she could come up."Please eat this pussy while you fuck my face, daddy. Please, I can't live without you."

screwing. That final parting was a little too close to the Truth. She wasn't ready for him to know that yet. Thankfully, his brain didn't seem to deliver enough blood to function properly. The evidence clear by the congested cock prodding at her backtalk. She took it, and a moment later her body spasmed as his tongue squirmed against her vaginal walls.

It was just foreplay—not even sex—but in that moment it was more. So much more. Maybe sexual love. Maybe—

Each jagged breath through her intrude came with a certain spiritlessness. Or maybe it was her mind that was numb. It certainly wasn't her her pussy as he sucked her like a starving child. It certainly wasn't her ass as he slipped a finger inside of her. Even the sensation of her nipples as they grazed his chest— shtup, I'm gon na cum. I'm gon na cum.

The thick rooster wedged inside her back talk stiffened, growing harder if even possible. What really did it for her—what really satiated her own fantasy—was the scorching roofy of liquid state as it hit the back of her throat. She gave in completely.

Gulping. Shaking. Digging her nails into his sexy face. Clenching both fingers sliding in and out of her ass like he would better her if she didn't.

She wanted to squall that she was about to cum. Warn him that she was about to gush everywhere. All that came was a pathetic whine. Even her mind refused to express her concerns.

"That's it, baby. Cum for dada. small fry all in my—"

It was happening. It was really fucking happening. And his lips were closed around her pussy. For one beautiful moment she was aware as she swallowed him, he was swallowing her. A second turn of thick heat shot into her throat and the river between her peg continued to flow.

They came together in one blissful import, and then the body that was above her was below her. She was on her knees and he was go asleep with pelvic arch bucking into her mouth. She drank the last of him as she watched his fists clenched at the sheets.

A wet ambition for the mortal prince she had crowned herself wasn't all bad. He would check to crave her. postulate her. She in turn would learn every little muddy fantasy he kept locked in his head. They would get as close to perfect for one another as possible. And then ...

Ehma kissed the tip of his cock one last clip, savoring its warmth before delicately placing it back in his boxers. This was necessary, as much as she hated to accommodate it. If she didn't, she would never depart.

With that thinking on her mind, and the memory of her vision—one where her tummy was beyond swollen with his child—she inched away. A portal to her own property opened as she rose from the bed, but her eye never left him."next time, I hope you make it passed the blowjob. ”