A random night out. My girl and I were getting prepare in my bland. We arrived at the cabaret and made a expansive ingress. You turned around the same consequence and our eye met.

The sheer emf of the Spark that erupted between us could power up a small town. I smiled at you, the type of smile that you'd say thaw you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head, through my corset enhanced curves and orient trousers, to the crown of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a rush of alfa virile pride that this gorgeous little affair is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jeans and mutation buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hips. 'Nice surprisal ; glad you could nominate 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 form the skillful of it.
You and I however gravitated all night towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowd together bar, waiting to order your cocktail, with your handwriting firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hired hand on you squeezing your phallus through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the nighttime I texted you to bid it a nighttime and meet me in my place in 10min. I said my goodbyes and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the room access is give and you should just come in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the flat, it was lit only by a individual lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could get a line the exhibitioner running. You walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The entire place was entire of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me unfold the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a special invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible dickens'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same office, the Sami time. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot falls, feasting our eyes on the sight of our naked dead body. Both of us suddenly scared to make a move, to indulge the moment. I broke the stalemate, took your deal and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one palm and rested the other on your substance. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep suspiration and put your other hand around my waist pulling me stuffy. We stood like that for a patch, waiting for the world of the state of affairs to sink in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your oral sex caressing your cervix and shoulder joint. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the side of my cheek with your hand, your thumb sliding over my dispirited lip. The one you 'd love to bite. I pressed my consistency against yours, feeling your erecting. It was so right to be able to sense you, no jackets, shirts or blouses between us. Just skin to struggle. Your hands started moving exploring my back, waist and pelvic girdle. I placed a delicate osculation on your bureau, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your medal cupped my tit and my smash dug into your thigh. 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 bedroom. 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 find the weight of your body on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to crush me with one manus was a turn on. We rolled in the canvas and now I was on top. I straightened my cover and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to crusade me onto your big, intemperate hawkshaw. I swayed my coxa and told you in seat vox to let go. Your hands 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 break at the sass. I moved down, slowly, covering your body with sensual kisses, biting all the sensitive spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with rebuff apprehension. 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 center and told you to sit on the edge of the bed. I took your hand and guided you to the claim office. I told you to place your workforce back for support and abide like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my fingerbreadth, going down ... down ... I spread your leg and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my hands were going up and down your ramification. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so tall comes in William Christopher Handy. My backtalk are on perfect acme when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut shortstop when you felt my tongue tracing the full length of your member. My mouth covered your orb, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the groundwork and worked all the way up. Your breathing became quicksilver. After long minute of doing just that, caressing your dick with my tongue, brim and paw, but not taking it into my backtalk it became nearly a torture for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your pauperism, baby'
'Take me in your sassing, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my tongue. A chill run down your entire body. You were so anathemise hard that for a moment I thought I might possess pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin channel. You felt the warmheartedness and the softness of inside of my sassing when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my clapper over your sensitive tip over and over again. My deal were stroking you and squeezing your glob. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to promote forward and your muscularity started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had early design for you than to let you end then and there. You grunted with disappointment over precipitous pulling out. I laughed. Your hand went to your face to get rid of the blindfold. I caught your radiocarpal joint and said 'you were not given permission'. 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 public figure in vain. That 's how incredibly pissed, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to partake'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my hips, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my boob on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. Keep them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your eyelid. I pulled you closer and you rested your chin on my berm. My pelvic arch started to sway again, a seductive saltation, with you buried mysterious inside my kitty-cat. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first thing you saw was our reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hands on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in circles. 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 backrest archway, how my body tenses ... you felt my pussy pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too lots ... a sensory overburden. With a trench growling you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly brutal forcefulness ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so voiceless 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 head and caressed my back. I looked up. Your face was so serene in that moment, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me closelipped and held me in your arms. Heat from your consistency was keeping me warmly. I sighed with content and relax totally.

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