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

The sheer voltage of the arc that erupted between us could power up a small-scale town. I smiled at you, the type of grin that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my headspring, through my corset enhanced curved shape and tailored pant, to the tips of my pitch-dark stilettoes. You glanced around, the other cat in the bar were gaping. You felt a kick of alfa male pride that this gorgeous slight thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jean and athletics buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my rose hip. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could hold it'I said casually, but you could see the devils dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the even proper. Alcohol and dancing, 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 herd bar, waiting to orderliness your cocktail, with your paw firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hired man on you squeezing your penis through your jean. The tautness was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every indorsement of it.

Late during the night I texted you to foretell it a night and fulfill me in my place in 10min. I said my sayonara and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is receptive and you should just amount in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the flat, it was lit only by a one lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could get a line the shower running. You walked towards the bathroom threshold and opened it slowly. The entire place was replete of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a particular invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible Beelzebub'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same home, the same clip. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the sight of our naked bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to make a move, to foil the moment. I broke the impasse, took your script and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one medal and rested the other on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your other hand around my waistline pulling me airless. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the reality of the place to sink in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your fountainhead caressing your cervix and articulatio humeri. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the side of my case with your mitt, your finger sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd love to prick. I pressed my physical structure against yours, feeling your hard-on. It was so good to be able to sense you, no jackets, shirts or blouses between us. Just peel to struggle. Your hands started moving exploring my back, waist and hip joint. I placed a soft kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest of drawers. Your decoration cupped my breasts and my pick up dug into your thighs. I heard you growling and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.

You lifted me in your arms and carried me over to the bedroom. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your deal and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to feel the system of weights of your body on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to crush me with one hired hand was a turn on. We rolled in the flat solid and now I was on top. I straightened my dorsum and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to push me onto your big, arduous dick. I swayed my hips and told you in stern phonation to let go. Your helping hand 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 intercept at the lips. I moved down, slowly, covering your consistency with sensual kisses, biting all the sore spotlight on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with slight arrest. I got back to the bed and asked you again, very seriously 'do you feel good ?'.'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 exact spot. I told you to send your bridge player back for support and stick like that no issue what.

You felt me standing right in figurehead of you. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your venter while my hired man were going up and down your legs. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so tall comes in handy. My lips are on consummate height when I'm kneel in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut forgetful when you felt my tongue tracing the entire length of your phallus. My backtalk covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the bag and worked all the way up. Your respiration became erratic. After long minutes of doing just that, caressing your gumshoe with my tongue, lips and hands, but not taking it into my lip it became nearly a torture for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, baby'
'Take me in your mouth, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my tongue. A tingle run down your total organic structure. You were so damn hard that for a second I thought I might have pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin rail line. You felt the heat and the blurriness of inside of my mouth when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my clapper over your sensible tip over and over again. My hired man were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to push forward and your sinew started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other program for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with disappointment over abrupt backdown. I laughed. Your hand went to your facial expression 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 phallus in my hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the lord 's name in vain. That 's how incredibly close, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to tinge'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my hips, to my backrest, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my breast on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. hold them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your palpebra. I pulled you closer and you rested your chin on my shoulder. My hip started to rock again, a seductive dance, with you buried deep inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first thing you saw was our reflectivity in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your manus on my ass, my articulatio coxae moving up and down and in roofy. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the footstep .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my spinal column arches, how my body tenses ... you felt my slit pulsating around you, squeezing your member even wet ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too much ... a sensorial overload. With a deep growl you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly beastly 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 hard and I came again, sort 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 drumhead and caressed my binding. I looked up. Your nerve was so serene in that moment, smile wandering on your brim. You pulled me stuffy and held me in your weapon. Heat from your body was keeping me warm. I sighed with content and relaxed totally.

I must stimulate fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my clit. My arms were over my fountainhead, tied to the bed with my own scarf joint. You looked at me with that devilish grin and said 'guess who 's the master key now sweetness ... ? '