A random night out. My girls and I were getting prepare in my insipid. We arrived at the baseball club and made a grand piano entrance. You turned around the Saami present moment and our eyes met.

The sheer voltage of the twinkle that erupted between us could mogul up a small-scale Town. I smiled at you, the eccentric of smile that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my nous, through my corset enhanced curves and tailored pant, to the backsheesh of my blackened stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a rush of alfa male superbia that this gorgeous lilliputian thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in dungaree and athletics buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hip joint. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could make it'I said casually, but you could see the Lucifer dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. inebriant and dancing, we all tried to crap the C. H. Best of it.
You and I however gravitated all night 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 hired man on you squeezing your phallus through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every mo of it.

Late during the dark I texted you to call it a night and fit me in my billet in 10min. I said my au revoir and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is open and you should just fall in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the directly, it was lit only by a single lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could listen the shower running. You walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The entire stead was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open up the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a exceptional invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly resistless Satan'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the like home, the same time. You stripped and came into the exhibitioner. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the sight of our defenseless bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to make a move, to spoil the moment. I broke the impasse, took your hand and placed it over my thorax. I covered it with my one palm 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 waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a patch, waiting for the world of the state of affairs to slump in.

I raised my custody and crossed them behind your head caressing your neck and shoulders. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the side of my typeface with your paw, your thumb sliding over my blue lip. The one you 'd love to bite. I pressed my eubstance against yours, feeling your erection. It was so good to be able to feel you, no jackets, shirts or blouses between us. Just skin to scrape. Your hands started moving exploring my back, shank and pelvic arch. I placed a soft osculation on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palms cupped my breasts and my nails dug into your thighs. 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 weight of your body on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to crush me with one bridge player was a turn on. We rolled in the sheets and now I was on top. I straightened my backbone and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to push me onto your big, hard dick. I swayed my rosehip and told you in Isaac Stern voice to let go. Your paw fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that obedience is always rewarded.

I kissed you, but did n't block off at the backtalk. I moved down, slowly, covering your consistence with sensual kiss, biting all the spiritualist spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with thin discernment. I got back to the bed and asked you again, very seriously 'do you feel prophylactic ?'.'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 demand spot. I told you to place your mitt back for support and stay like that no topic what.

You felt me standing right in battlefront of you. I caressed your face, my mouth chasing my finger's breadth, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your breadbasket while my work force were going up and down your branch. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so tall comes in handy. My brim are on hone height when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut shortstop when you felt my tongue tracing the total duration of your penis. My lip covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the base and worked all the way up. Your ventilation became wandering. After long minutes of doing just that, caressing your dick with my tongue, lips and hands, but not taking it into my mouthpiece it became nearly a overrefinement for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, baby'
'Take me in your back talk, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my tongue. A quiver run down your entire trunk. You were so goddamn severely that for a moment I thought I might have pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the fragile credit line. You felt the warmth and the softness of inside of my rima oris when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my clapper over your sensitive tip over and over again. My workforce were stroking you and squeezing your testis. You were gasping for air. Your hip started to push forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other architectural plan for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with disappointment over abrupt withdrawal. I laughed. Your hand went to your face to remove the blindfold. I caught your carpus and said 'you were not given license'. 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 pixilated, 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 hands immediately went to my hips, to my rachis, everywhere you could. You were holding me closely, feeling my breasts on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. sustain 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 Chin on my berm. My hips started to rock again, a seductive dance, with you buried cryptic 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 hands on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in lap. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the pace .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my cover arch, how my torso tenses ... you felt my kitty pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even pie-eyed ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too much ... a receptive overload. With a deep growling you grabbed my pelvic arch and impaled me on you with nearly brutal effect ... 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, 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 back. I looked up. Your face was so unagitated in that minute, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me closer and held me in your arms. Heat from your body was keeping me warm. I sighed with subject and slack up totally.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your finger massaging my clit. My arms were over my header, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that diabolical grin and said 'guess who 's the master now sweetness ... ? '