This is what you are provoking ...

I want you to stick out at the window in my flat and gaze across the river.

I want you to palpate my brim on the back of your neck, to turn and buss me, to feel my hands running up your legs lifting your skirt.

I want you to be guided back to the sofa, to sense the coolness of the leather on the backs of your legs as we kiss and caress.

I want you to finger me guiding your knickers to one side and incur you are already wet with anticipation, to gently enfold your ramification around my dorsum as I slide my digit into you, as I want to establish you mine…

We stop and I ask if you would care some Veuve Cliquot. You ask what I 've got as you are very fussy … Bolly, I reply, some of the Widow of form, a little Crystalle, a bit of the Dom and of course the Grande Dame of Veuve Cliquot ..

I think the Grande Dame is appropriate ( 1989 or 90, without dubiousness ) as you are a great lady of eminence with special potential difference.

You teased and aroused me throughout the evening and brought me near bursting point, but knew how far to go all evening with your toes, without pushing me over the edge. Not that I was backward either, as I had slipped off my shoe in the restaurant, caressed your legs and thigh and slipped my invertebrate foot in between the top of your thighs and worked my way in and out of the outer boundary of your engorged pussy but still managed to gently tickle and stroke your clit so it became as engorged as you had managed with my pecker …

Both of us were definitely in pauperism of refreshment.

I pop assailable the Grande madam and pour out two crystal crank of ice cold delight.

We toast each other, I take a sip and lean over and kiss you …… you accept my lip, my tongue and my frigidness liquid willingly into your mouth … the hurry of liquid, a trivial unexpected almost causes you to gag …. But it is most enjoyable ..

We both put down our glasses ; I caress you, buss you, stroke you and fondle your breast through your satin blouse and the flimsy textile of your bra. Whilst kissing each other, having exchanged mouthful of champagne between each other, I undo the release of your blouse, unclip your bra, to endanger your grand orb with their marvellously erect nipples.

I take another sip of champagne and dribble and thrash it into your nipples…. The bubble burst on them, the coldness makes them more proud and the bubbles penetrate the outer edges of your canal, sending thrill down your spine.

At this point you are a lofty Amazon who has me enraptured and paying homage to your magnificent titmouse ..

I lay you down on the leather sofa, unzip your skirt, whilst all the time stroking your ramification, neck, back and brushing your crotch hair …. But still kissing your nipples with champagne ..

I remove your annulus .. So that you are now seductively reclined on the sofa, wearing only high heels, barely Black stockings, Joseph Black suspender which frame your pile of Venus, and your pert ass, barely covered and made demure by your flimsy black knickers…

I take the bottleful and pelt a short bubbly into the perfect pool of your belly button…. You shiver again and I have to lick out your little pond….

I 'm a little messy at doing this so there is some overspill down between your thighs… .. You shudder, you squeal and you hug me…. Your knickers are sodden now, with the overflow and with your own wetness. I attempt to remove your pantie, but I need your assistance … your raise your buttocks off the lounge and help me slip one's mind the knickers off. You put your bum down again and shiver imperceptibly as the coolness of the leather touches your warm skin.

I take a tumid mouthful of bubbly and pressure my back talk at the opening your damp engorged pussy. I gently release the inhuman liquid onto your lovesome pussy and the bubbles burst upon your clitoris, mingle with your own sweet nectar and invade you… my tongue gently follows the bubbles and teases and taunts you to ecstasy….

I accept back the mixture of your juice cream and Champagne and kiss you on the full of your lips and let you taste purulent cream nectar and champagne … you taste yourself as transported by my mouth….

All the while you have been taunting and teasing me … and you reciprocate by torturing my mamilla with bubbles … but your piece de underground is to take a taste of house of cards and bath my cock and balls in bubbles… and languidly give suck and blow out me off with bubbles…. But not to the percentage point of cumming ….

At this stage you have made me very hard….

So there is only once topographic point I could possibly go .... Afterwards ......

We rest sated and replete in each others arms and I ask if you would wish a massage… you say yes, and I ask you to turn over on your front.

Instead of oil, I use Champagne as the lubricant. I rub it into the small of your back, but a few pearl escape and trickle down into the cleft of your arse…. Your legs are all-inclusive apart and the champagne breaches the entrance to your arse and explodes within your tight fix … my fingers follow …

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You see what you do to me ..... you have opened the deluge gate ....