I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how howling it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other weed dramatically. As soon as you cover my eye I become a dissimilar soul. I can reek the paraffin wax wax light, the sounds of your heavy ventilation, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can reek your turncock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your soundbox. I know that you're watching me. I stand a footling taller. I can sense the adoration in your eye. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen. I sense your centre on my naked chest, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker deep brown hue that accentuates my ring of color. You love to try and get your oral fissure around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous chocolate eubstance, over my flat tum with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky lightlessness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted things and yearn legs. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking your lingua between my peg, licking my trunk awake until every nerve was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would squeeze your morning hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to play this game. I love our biz but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way potential. I want to eat you, to sense the strength of your inclemency under my lingua. I am waiting for you to amount to me, to take over the ache between my thighs. I hear your metrical unit moving across the concrete floor and then you're so close to me that I can feel your intimation
across my cutis. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the wait,'you say. I feel your hands on my infantry. I allow you to lick from cad to curve, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the sharpness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of electricity shoots up my fluent thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suck on it. Then I feel the thick rug above your sex. I try to get hold of my feet lower but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of sexual delight until I'm so hungry that I beg you to take in me. If you could only see the desire in my eyes that I can't tolerate to hit my sass, for then you would excruciate me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your cock, your body heavy on top of mine, the perceptiveness of you in my rima oris and on my hide. My foot hits the land with a meretricious thumping. My heartbeat quickens with stir pain. Damn ! You are in mastery and I love it ! okeh big dad, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my balminess without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my derriere lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to extract away but you grab the side of meat of my head in your strong hands. Your dentition sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is nothing but delight. You leave my face for a mo and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and soft semivowel up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, green banana. In my Caribbean culture light-green banana can be turned into delightful looker but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana lot my heavy pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet circle of pussy juice and fruit. Then it's in my mouth and I'm sucking it like it's your dick. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give heading using a leafy vegetable banana. It's still one of my preferent toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and Passion of my rima oris. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top one-half in one smooth gulp. I'd love to go through your cock, to fall off my teeth into your war machine helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
lord, I'm begging already ! This dingy incline of you is
making me unhinged with desire. Your workforce slip between my
pegleg. God you have a big button, you tell me. It's like a
Hershey's kiss.
‘ But I taste better.'
I hear you smacking your mouth. Yes you do, you say.
Your hand motility back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and extract your digit away.
I feel white hot heat next to my face and inhale the
olfactory property of a vanilla scented taper. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to fuck me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
situation of your severe, overjealous cock.

I feel my arms drop as you lower my chemical chain and for a instant the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. awe sets in as you force me to my knee and advertise my drumhead down to the ground. Would this new torment be worth the thrill of a tricky cd sliding in and out of my pussy ? Don't you understand that I need something to fill me when you're not here ? Even though my pussy moulds to your dick, it's a naughty, insatiable trivial slut. I feel the start drop of hot wax searing my orchard apple tree shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my tegument. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to pertain my gorge clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attention to the sob in my articulation. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torment me with succeeding ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my spinal column. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the contribute leather shoulder strap and warp. I love to strap it on our bed and razz it hard. I wait with all holes afford and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my dear joy into. The snap of the shoulder strap across my ass holds more surprisal than pain. You've been a bad, bad missy you tell me.
So penalize me, penalize me until I learn to insure myself !
The second swipe is a petty harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my succus flow from my slit onto the
backrest of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my kitty-cat. I hold
my breath in anticipation. Suddenly the point moves
upward and you're forcing it into the concentration of my ass.
Holy mother of God ! The sweetness of the shaft
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, late push that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged animal. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your clenched fist on my kitty, kneading me like soft island bread. I grind my coxa into your hand. Without warning the clenched fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left insensate, unsatisfied and confused. I call your public figure softly but you do not answer. Time drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my laborious breathing there is no sound. Will you leave me here for another few minute ? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and frustration. And then I feel it. Its pugnacious texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to know that it's beautiful, like hangman's halter, my dearie. You lift my physical structure until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my thorax and tummy in an intricate design that you have perfected over time. I would make love to see myself, the pale circle against my dark skin, my big nipples peeking out. The weak want is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the point of our little games ? You place the rope between my peg, burying it between my pussy mouth. It bites into my sensitive clit. The forget me drug travels up between my ass impudence. It is still sore from the dildo whipping. I love the feel of the rope against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and secure it in a knot. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercy. I feel the roach on my nipple. You play with me, teasing me until I can't take it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my expression is flooded with twinkle.

Even though it is only the unmanliness of candle it is hopeful after hours of darkness. I look down and you're on your human knee, rubbing the Mexican valium against my clit. ‘ Oh baby, I love the way you love me. Make me come honey, make me scream.'The rope moves faster. ‘ Oh God, I'm gon na die !'I bend my knees, opening myself up to you. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do anything but feel the texture of the rope and the fire it is causing. At the pure mo you untie the last knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your sass wide-eyed. I'm gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your outdoors sass like dear from the rock. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am woman, hear me roar as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your case up into my cunt. My lips subject amazingly releasing even more skim into your thirsty mouth, enveloping your olfactory organ and sassing in a musky, sticky embrace. I wish that I could adjure your head further into my body. I wish that I could snap up your cock and jostle it into my aching hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
sound than I know myself. You stand up and take hold of my ass nerve. Then you plunge your stiff, giant cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing compares to you.
Nothing comes close to the spirit of your pulsating tool,
your strong breather on my skin, the lulu of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the gustatory modality of your seminal fluid,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my indigence. You pull out of me and start out rubbing your cock over my rope-clad consistency. How good that feels. I drop to my articulatio genus and watch you pump your pecker
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing white smooth gold all over my grimace. I stick my lingua out and savor the salty Tang of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more than clip ? In s I'm on my back with my stage spread open with you between them eating my pussy like it's your last supper. God, you're good with that wicked knife. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes babe, make me sense like a woman.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my odorous babe