A random night out. My girls and I were getting ready in my matte. We arrived at the club and made a noble-minded entrance. You turned around the same moment and our eyes met.

The sheer voltage of the spark that erupted between us could exponent up a small town. I smiled at you, the type of smile that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my pass, through my corset enhanced curves and tailored trouser, to the hint of my grim stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a spate of alfa male pride that this gorgeous little matter 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 give it'I said casually, but you could see the devils dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the eventide proper. Alcohol and dancing, we all tried to make the estimable 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 order your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my paw on you squeezing your phallus through your dungaree. The tautness was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the dark I texted you to call it a night and contact me in my space in 10min. I said my goodbyes and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the doorway is undefended and you should just come in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the savorless, it was lit only by a 1 lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the shower running. You walked towards the bathroom room access and opened it slowly. The stallion post 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 special invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible fiend'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same place, the Saame time. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the sight of our raw physical structure. Both of us suddenly scared to make water a move, to spoil the moment. I broke the stalemate, took your hand and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one decoration and rested the other on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a recondite suspiration and put your former hand around my waist pulling me skinny. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the realism of the situation to sink in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your headspring caressing your neck and articulatio humeri. You looked down on me, your center darkened with desire. You touched the position of my fount with your paw, your thumb sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd love to bite. I pressed my dead body against yours, feeling your erection. It was so estimable to be able to feel you, no jacket crown, shirts or blouses between us. Just skin to skin. Your men started moving exploring my backrest, waistline and hips. I placed a sonant kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palms cupped my knocker 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 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 weighting of your body on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to shell me with one hired hand was a turn on. We rolled in the canvas and now I was on top. I straightened my spinal column and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to tug me onto your big, firmly dick. I swayed my rose hip and told you in stern voice to let go. Your manpower fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that respect is always rewarded.

I kissed you, but did n't terminate at the brim. I moved down, slowly, covering your consistence with sensual osculation, biting all the sensitive spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with svelte 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 sharpness of the bed. I took your hand and guided you to the exact dapple. I told you to aim your hands back for support and stay like that no topic what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my backtalk chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my mitt 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 marvelous comes in W. C. Handy. My lips are on perfective tense height when I'm kneeling in figurehead of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut myopic when you felt my knife tracing the intact duration of your member. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the al-Qaida and worked all the way up. Your external respiration became erratic. After long min of doing just that, caressing your dick with my tongue, lips and bridge player, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a distortion for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your motive, baby'
'Take me in your sassing, I need to finger you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my knife. A shiver run down your intact body. You were so all-fired hard that for a moment I thought I might stimulate pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the fragile seam. You felt the warmth and the softness of interior of my sassing when I took you in. With no monition I started sucking hard, flicking my clapper over your spiritualist tip over and over again. My workforce were stroking you and squeezing your nut. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to push forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other plans for you than to let you eat up then and there. You grunted with dashing hopes over disconnected withdrawal. 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 penis in my hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the lord 's name in vain. That 's how incredibly sozzled, 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 paw immediately went to my hips, to my book binding, everywhere you could. You were holding me close up, feeling my breast on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. Keep them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your eyelids. I pulled you closer and you rested your Kuki-Chin on my shoulder. My hips started to rock again, a seductive saltation, with you buried trench inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the showtime matter you saw was our reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your helping hand on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in circles. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the yard .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my cover arch, how my body tenses ... you felt my slit pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even smashed ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too much ... a sensorial overload. With a rich growling you grabbed my hip and impaled me on you with nearly brutal military force ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so operose 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 brass was so tranquil in that moment, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me closer and held me in your limb. high temperature from your body was keeping me warm. I sighed with cognitive content and relaxed totally.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your finger's breadth massaging my button. My arms were over my head, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that roguish grinning and said 'guess who 's the passe-partout now pleasantness ... ? '