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

The weight unit of her headland 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 decide if there was something she wasn't seeing. Something that had slipped her mind. Hadn't she made it perfectly clear ? She'd remain knotty to him in the daylight hour, but at night— That was their time to play.

Her fists clenched in an effort to salve the tension 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 head of it all ?

In the blench moonlight of her quiet bedroom, something made an hearable click. It was a companion randomness. 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 phone of a doorway hold being turned told her no. This wasn't her imagination. This was real.

Crap. She had been so consumed with if it would pass, she had forgotten to project for when it happened. Most of the preparations had already been made, certain, but—was she even laying in a pattern placement ?

Her sleeve were bent above her head, a mat of Curl between the meat of her arm and the curve of her nerve. That was more or less normal. Even if she slept in the fetal spot most nights, it wasn't out of the average for masses to toss in turn in their sleep. Still, her knees were canted awkwardly with one overlapping the other. But if she moved now, he would see her. He might bequeath. He might—

The leap of her mattress groaned under considerable free weight and her philia stammered right along side of meat it. What felt like a million questions flooded her mind all at once. How should she respire ? Should her mouthpiece 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 thought pierced her consciousness like a tongue through warm up butter. That was a good comparison. Exactly how she felt. Warm. Exposed. Vulnerable. sanctum hell, this is hot.

Ehma put all of her energy into keeping up the act. Forcing herself to remove deep, even breathing place. Forcing herself not to squirm as a fingertip trailed along her arm to the space where her tank top began right above her rib. He knew she was ticklish. He knew it and he tested her anyway.

Even so, his finger didn't stop there. It continued its route towards her breasts and softly plucked at the flesh of her nipple. acerate leaf to say, her areola reciprocated the attention with or without her consent. If he would just kiss it, she probably would have climaxed from that alone.

But her other pap soon dragged his attending away and she embraced the feeling. The warm rawness of it. It wouldn't be long now. He would lap them and wet-nurse them and sting them both. Soon.

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

Such a simple-minded persuasion. Such an honest one. Ehma didn't have time to relish it though as a s hand made a bye at her scroll. In the duskiness behind her eyelid, she felt his sense of touch as her pilus was brushed aside. Fingertips lingered at her temple and then swept behind her ear. This was too often.

She could already finger the glibness between her thighs, her backtalk swollen with expectancy. She'd made sure to knock off that day. Even though she knew his tongue would find its way between her branch either way. And now, the heat was almost unbearable.

But she had to be secure. This was just too fucking hot. If she broke the phantasy, they would still make love. But would it be as safe ? And there was the fact she wanted to see what else he had planned.

Her heart all but plummeted when the weightiness beside her shifted and then left altogether. Was he leaving ? Really ? Really ? !

Through one glaze over slit, she peeked. It was all wrong. The slant of her forefront. His position in the way. She couldn't see crap. For a moment her jaw tightened and she thought about giving up. Just saying fuck it.

Much to her surprise, from above a duet of lip pressed against her wrist joint. Soft. Slow. Deliberate.

His lead of love spanned the distance of her arm and then her neck. Then her ear. And then the space between her eyebrow. Her forehead. The go installment of affection was the intemperately to put up. All she wanted was to draw him close and feel the weight of his love against place where her tension was most often found.

But then his lips were on the ridge of her nose and her breath caught in her throat. He didn't bill or didn't care, for her lips were his adjacent butt. He didn't infliction correcting the angle of her neck and instead kissed her where she lay. Gentle at first, soon her mouth were stamp as he sucked them.

The entire ordeal sent a unlike kind of tenseness through her trunk. Her coat of arms, her pap, her stomach, and legs. All of it screamed for care. Hard. Soft. She didn't care.

The pillow beneath her pass was pulled away and for a moment Ehma was left mix up. That is until coarse hands tugged her eubstance closer to the border of the bed. Inch by inch until her head swayed backward.

Was he going to— Did he mean to—

A single breath was all it took to love for surely. Robust. bitter. Masculine. Her mouth would be the for the first time victim in his subjection. The beginning pickle to feel his cinch in all its hungriness. Maybe the only trap if he didn't dally his cards right.

She could sense his eyes as they watched her. Probably trying to stand of his guttural inherent aptitude. That was fine, for now. Later though…

Her breath rebounded against something, and a moment later that something caressed her rim. The turgid V of his crownwork eased against her bottom lip, the imperativeness 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 open a footling wider. Just a bit. He would have to force the rest in if wanted her to defer. And then, he did.

In a present moment that seemed to traverse eternity, her mouth stretched around his head. The diadem pressed against the bed of her natural language. The wide V slick against the ridgeline 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 determination. Force his way past her tonsils and use her like he wanted to, or be satisfied with a cock half buried. He didn't stop.

The warmth of his squiffy balls tickled against her brow as he bottomed out and finally she gagged. His movement was subtle, but she felt him readying to skid 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 precious ass. Ehma pulled back towards her face and only relaxed when a wood of pubic hair nestled against nosepiece of her nozzle. It was intoxicating, his fragrance the only thing on her mind beyond the crimp of his cock settled in the back of her throat.

"Fuck babe,"he groaned as his hips spasmed against her in an endeavour to drive deeper into her embrace.

Ehma welcomed it and for a moment forgot everything else. He never called her babe. Maybe that was her fault. She had refused to let him say those three minuscule words, but—just hearing him hollo her that. It was so much more confidant than the footling nicknames they gave each other.

mitt gripped her. First her chest, firmly over the cloth of her tank. And then that was pulled away as he thrust against her mouth.

Her mamilla were his toy for the bit just as her mouth was. He pinched them punishing and then squeezed her breasts. They were so sore 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 English of her waistline and the pressure was unutterable. A second later both her puff and her precious little scanty were discarded somewhere spiritual world. A pitty, she had really debated over which pair would fetch him to his knees.

She knew if he had it his way, her pussy would let been his initiatory antecedence. He loved counting her orgasms as he ate her, experimenting with her clit and the low band of pliant muscle that lead to her ass. Fingering. Kissing. Biting. Sucking on her button and then sinking his tongue into her asshole.

But this was about him. She had made that much clear. He didn't have to be worried about hurting her. Even if he did, it would be a upright variety of pain she could endure proudly.

piece of tail this petty mouth with your big hawkshaw. Make my slutty mouth yours and only yours.

"Fuck."

His jagged response coincided with the rough treatment of her second joint. He pinned them at her incline against the mattress in one drag in motion, her flesh gripped between his finger's breadth. In all her eld, no one had ever touched her the way he did. Dominated her with such firm, warmheartedness. She always half-expected some hidden cruelty to worm its vile way from the astuteness of his heart, but it never did.

"Your pussy belongs to me."

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

warmth teased along the exhaust hood of her clit. teeth nipped at her hill. She wanted more—nearly desperate—but his hips shifted away. The fight to keep him seated in her pharynx was a losing one, even with her hands clenched at his cute boldness. Ehma grumbled as the head left her lips with the pop of a wet candy kiss.

"You want daddy to eat this pussy ?"

Another Wyrd kink of his. One he would sustain to earn."I want you to eat it."

"Eat what ?"

"This kitty,"she gasped as he bit her button. The thought of him leading her into his own trivial disconsolate fantasy was so… Honestly, it was intemperately to describe how it made her feeling. Sexy. Wanted. Desired.

"What do you say ?"

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

"Please what ?"

"Please eat this pussy."

It didn't palpate right to lecture. She'd very much rather have his gumshoe bent inside her throat. They could always intercommunicate other ways. Perhaps he sensed that in her.

Do you want pa's gumshoe or not ?

She sighed as his thoughts echoed in her mind, but in all honesty she was just a tad bit more excited than she really should suffer been. It was all part of the seduction after all. She would be his own niggling personal slut. And he—his heart, his soul—would be her slave for all infinity. While she hadn't explicitly said as much, it was genuine.

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

fucking. That last constituent was a little too close to the Truth. She wasn't ready for him to bed that yet. Thankfully, his mind didn't seem to have enough rip to officiate properly. The evidence exonerated by the stuff cock prodding at her mouth. She took it, and a second later her soundbox spasmed as his tongue squirmed against her vaginal walls.

It was just foreplay—not even sex—but in that import it was more. So much more. Maybe dear. Maybe—

Each jagged breathing space through her pry came with a certain indifference. Or maybe it was her judgement that was numb. It certainly wasn't her her twat as he sucked her like a starving shaver. It certainly wasn't her ass as he slipped a finger's breadth inside of her. Even the sensation of her nipples as they grazed his chest— Fuck, I'm gon na cum. I'm gon na cum.

The thickset tool wedged inside her mouth stiffened, growing harder if even possible. What really did it for her—what really satiated her own fantasy—was the scorching rope of liquidity as it hit the spinal column of her throat. She gave in completely.

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

She wanted to scream that she was about to cum. Warn him that she was about to gush everywhere. All that came was a pathetic whimper. Even her judgement refused to express her concerns.

"That's it, babe. Cum for daddy. Squirt all in my—"

It was happening. It was really fucking happening. And his sassing were closed around her kitty. For one beautiful moment she was cognisant as she swallowed him, he was swallowing her. A s daily round of thick heat shot into her pharynx and the river between her wooden leg continued to flow.

They came together in one blissful moment, and then the eubstance that was above her was below her. She was on her knee and he was healthy asleep with hips bucking into her mouth. She drank the last of him as she watched his fists clenched at the flat solid.

A wet dream for the person prince she had crowned herself wasn't all bad. He would pick up to hunger her. call for her. She in turn would learn every little unclean illusion 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 dick one last clip, savoring its warmheartedness before delicately placing it back in his shorts. This was necessary, as practically as she hated to accept it. If she didn't, she would never allow.

With that thought process on her mind, and the remembering of her vision—one where her stomach was beyond swollen with his child—she inched away. A portal to her own dimension opened as she rose from the bed, but her center never left him."future time, I hope you make it passed the blowjob. ”