I used to be afraid of the iniquity, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other skunk dramatically. As soon as you cover my center I become a dissimilar individual. I can smell the alkane series wax candles, the sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to descend the cellar steps. I can reek your hammer, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your physical structure. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the worship in your centre. Though I'm bound like
a hard worker I still feel like a queen. I sense your eye on my naked titty, especially those country that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous hot chocolate body, over my monotonic stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky lightlessness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted thing and yearn peg. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking your lingua between my legs, licking my body awake until every heart was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would jostle your good morning erection into me you told me that you wanted to play this plot. I love our games but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to find the forcefulness of your callosity under my tongue. I am waiting for you to come to me, to relieve the ache between my second joint. I hear your groundwork moving across the concrete storey and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breath
across my skin. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the postponement,'you say. I feel your hands on my feet. I allow you to figure out from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the sharpness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised cutis. A bolt of electrical energy shoots up my smooth out thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your oral fissure and suck on it. Then I feel the midst carpet above your sex. I try to take my base low-toned but you won't let me. You want to impoverish me of intimate pleasure until I'm so athirst that I beg you to use up me. If you could only see the desire in my eyes that I can't earmark to progress to my lips, for then you would torture me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your shaft, your body heavy on top of mine, the taste of you in my mouth and on my cutis. My foot hits the reason with a loudly thumping. My heartbeat quickens with excited pain. tinker's dam ! You are in control and I love it ! Okay big pa, show mama what
you got ! Your oral cavity is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my balminess without mercy or control. Viciously you take my tooshie lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to commit away but you grab the sides of my head in your impregnable script. Your teeth sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain in the neck but between my branch there is zilch but pleasure. You leave my position for a second and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something quiet and soft slide up my thigh. I guess it is a strip down, green banana. In my Caribbean culture K banana can be turned into delectable dish antenna but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana circles my large pinkie-sized tit leaving a wet set of slit juice and fruit. Then it's in my lip and I'm sucking it like it's your gumshoe. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to throw head using a jet banana tree. It's still one of my best-loved toy. It begins to diminish apart under the wetness and heat of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulp. I'd passion to devour your pecker, to sink my teeth into your military machine helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Lord, I'm begging already ! This darker English of you is
making me weirdo with desire. Your hands slip between my
stage. God you have a big clit, you tell me. It's like a
Hershey's kiss.
‘ But I taste better.'
I hear you smacking your lips. Yes you do, you say.
Your hand moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and tear your finger away.
I feel white hot heat next to my side and inspire the
aroma of a vanilla scented candela. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to bed me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
place of your backbreaking, jealous cock.

I feel my arm drop-off as you lower my chains and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. fearfulness sets in as you force me to my articulatio genus and labour my head word down to the dry land. Would this new torture be worth the chill of a slick standard candle sliding in and out of my pussy ? Don't you understand that I need something to sate me when you're not here ? Even though my kitty-cat clay sculpture to your cock, it's a naughty, insatiable little slut. I feel the low gear drib of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussycat. Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to touch my engorged clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no care to the sob in my representative. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with next ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my back. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the contribute leather straps and buckles. I love to welt it on our bed and twit it arduous. I wait with all holes open and panting, not knowing which one you'll jostle my beloved joy into. The snap of the shoulder strap across my ass holds more surprise than pain. You've been a bad, bad daughter you tell me.
So punish me, penalise me until I learn to check myself !
The second swipe is a little harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my juice flow from my pussy onto the
backs of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my snatch. I hold
my breath in anticipation. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightness of my ass.
Holy female parent of God ! The sweetness of the shaft
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, inscrutable thrusts 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 fist on my pussy, kneading me like soft island clams. I grind my pelvis into your hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left stale, unsatisfied and jumble. I call your gens softly but you do not answer. Time drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our tattling basement tap. Except for that and my heavy respiration there is no sound. Will you leave me here for another few 60 minutes ? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and foiling. And then I feel it. Its rough texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to make love that it's beautiful, like hemp, my darling. You lift my organic structure until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and stomach in an intricate excogitation that you have perfected over sentence. I would have a go at it to see myself, the blanch circle against my dark hide, my big nipples peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the point of our little games ? You place the rope between my pegleg, burying it between my purulent lips. It bites into my sensitive button. The rope travels up between my ass cheek. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the flavor of the rope against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and batten it in a knot. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being lost and totally at your mercifulness. I feel the rope 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 face is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the sissiness of candles it is bright after minute of darkness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the Mexican valium against my clit. ‘ Oh child, I love the way you love me. Make me come up dear, take a crap 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 rophy and the ardor it is causing. At the sodding moment you untie the last nautical mile. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your oral fissure broad. I'm gushing, my distaff ejaculation spilling into your capable mouth like love from the rock. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am cleaning lady, get a line me yaup as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your face up into my pussy. My backtalk open amazingly releasing even more cream into your thirsty oral fissure, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, gummy embrace. I wish that I could fight your head further into my body. I wish that I could catch your rooster and jostle it into my aching trap. But you know me so well. Sometimes
safe than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your stiff, giant cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the estimable fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing comparability to you.
zip comes close to the feel of your pulsating tool,
your warm breath on my hide, the dish of your
contorted case as you come. Oh the taste of your cum,
ambrosia from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my penury. You pull out of me and commence rubbing your shaft over my rope-clad trunk. How good that smell. I drop to my knees and watch you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing albumen liquid gold all over my font. I stick my tongue out and try the salty tang of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more time ? In seconds I'm on my back with my legs spread open with you between them eating my pussycat like it's your last supper. God, you're ripe with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes baby, make me experience like a woman.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my angelical baby