Bold, inviolable and in control ! The shock of your dress put me on the backwards foot long enough to confiscate control of the situation. I liked it, there was absolutely nada for me not to like.

You walked in, flowing hairsbreadth framing that pretty face and sass that made me call up of only two thing. With a bootleg lace choker, lingerie holding those brilliant breasts high and closely, the cleavage was to die for, crudely thinking, a stead I need to put my stopcock. lacing panty which emphasised your glorious arse. The crotch was so minuscule it was unclutter you were well groomed. Delicious.

You walked up to me, left leg up onto the arm of my death chair, looked down, over those breasts and abstruse into my eyes. Momentarily distracted by the closemouthed propinquity of your crotch teasingly close to my side I lost the staring contest, you had me like putty in your work force and I knew I was losing some game here. Turns out it was a game, you told me I could get you once and that would be it.

I nearly lost control there and then, panic, desire and lust kicked in at once. I stole a trench breath of you, inhaling laborious to take the full measure of your sugared fusty scent. You were wet, and getting off on this but I realised I needed some control if I was going to fully apprize this"quondam"chance.

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

I kissed you, taking your oral fissure with mine, it was the most pernicious of response but every forward military action brought you Thomas More and more into my dominance, you shrank back in willing submission. I kissed passionately. My work force enjoyed the smoothen contrast of the material and your skin, second joint were smooth and felt delectable. As my hired hand roamed across your body touch every inch I was aware of the unfamiliarity of the touch. Nothing is as beatify as the feel of a woman 's anatomy for the kickoff metre.

I released a knocker from the confines of your bra. Pinched tight and firm a tiny pink mamilla that was like a diamond. So firm and tempting. I moved to the top of your heart, kissing and nibbling on your magnificent tit, I moved to the side, the audible gasp and moans were encouraging. Your boob were so sensitive, with a handful of pulp I slid my early one between your legs, you were already wet, I moved my hand and devoured the former breast.

With a practised bridge player I undid the clasp at the rear and released your bra, you pulled my head deep into the cleavage and I welcomed the invitation. The sudor was luscious, your skin was delicious, every inch was the flavour of Passion of Christ and I intended to eat the lot. I lifted your hip joint so you would place upright. Our connection was puzzle, you knew what I wanted by the most gentle and subtle trend.

Stood with your breasts heaving, I took a moment to appreciate your beauty. My mitt on your underside had told me that it felt as magnificent as is looked. I wanted to explore some more. I turned you around, again by guiding with your rose hip. Grabbing again I devoured you, I kissed, I bit and ate. I could palpate your legs tremble, it served to push your ass closer. I pulled the panties down and cast my face between your cheeks. I found my goal, the tight niggling nub was exposed just enough to reach. As I moved closer, the slightest hint of resistance, I knew what I wanted and I was already way ahead in this game. I moved back the moment you resisted. I took a strong grip and pulled you back in. You tightened again on my approaching so I squeezed, only a little bit but you released your clench and gave me access.

The pleasure hit, I held you by your hips and you slumped forwards, ass pushed firmly back to get more of my probing tongue. I was capable to dig into cryptic and in bit, you pushed back harder. Realising the pleasures, legs bent, slightly parted with your head as far down as you could.

I had enjoyed my time there and frankly, there are very few early places you could want to be. I did, however, have reason to give my short second of bliss, I savoured the go few moment as I removed my bloomers, exposed with pecker disengage I stopped, turned you around to present me and slid my coxa to the sharpness of the seat. I had fantasised about those sweet sassing since I first saw you. Kissing told me you had a bantam mouth. Without falter, you knelt and on your knees lent in and licked my shaft taking a positive adhesive friction. A few strokes and you took me inside. Oh mercifulness, it was as quick, wet and blotto as I hoped. You were sucking me with such passion. I smiled and stroked your haircloth in appreciation as it was my round to glaze over. The constant atmospheric pressure over the whole of my shaft 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 minutes we both knew I was about to cum, I went to block off you. I did n't want to let loose right down your throat here and now. Actually, I did, I really wanted to but I had other plans. I know you enjoyed what I did but not enough to guarantee a restoration ticket.

I took your face gently in my helping hand and smoothly slid from the lounge and took your wet mouth, still crafty 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 floor. Already between your legs, my cock was just against your saturated and well-lubricated back talk. I felt pelvic girdle gently nudge up and my cock pressed the tip inside your lips, I pressed ever so slightly harder than withdrew.

You pushed again, frustrated that I was not inside but I teased for a few present moment more, finding the equalizer between pleasant control with the promise of fulfillment but not so teasing that you could misplace the modality. Slowly I let you commit me inside, you allowed your rosehip to dribble to the flooring I continued to slowly slide deeper inside.

It was delightful. Just like the touch of a stranger 's tegument for the first fourth dimension, a unique tactile property inside. I savoured the look and then slowly began to thrust in and out kissing you, your mouth, your neck, capitulum and throat. Each new osculation was met with ebullience, clearly heightening the genius More and more. In moments you were ramming your coxa up to meet my thrusting, concentrating on meeting my rhythm. Quickly we were in sync, I was in prison term to your articulatio coxae and I was clearly hitting a sweet spot for both of us. Now it was a race, could I make you loose your expiation before I do.

Suddenly and without warning I felt you photoflood over my cock, it was a torrent, the grip was inescapable and the wet effusion of your coming was sweet paradise, I felt one net clench and you screamed, contorted lifting your thorax to mine, breasts mashed against me and a grip on my cock caused it to throb more as I came deep inside, each pulsation of mine gave a wave of delight. It went on and on and on, eventually, your arms were losing strength so i put an arm under to subscribe you and hold you high enough to snog deeply as I savoured the final bit inside.

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

I lowered you and slowly withdrew, surefooted I had done enough. I moved to the side and gave an arm, you took it tuned with your back to me and pressed into my pectus and seawall. I put a bit of pressure in my arm and felt a reciprocating insistence of your pelvic arch into my breakwater. Within seconds you fell asleep .