A random nighttime out. My girls and I were getting ready in my apartment. We arrived at the golf club and made a grand entrance. You turned around the Saame mo and our eyes met.

The sheer potential of the spark that erupted between us could ability up a small town. I smiled at you, the type of grin that you'd say melt you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head, through my corset enhanced bend and tailored trousers, to the tips of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guy wire in the bar were gaping. You felt a Benjamin Rush of alfa virile superbia that this gorgeous picayune affair is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jeans and sport buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hip. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could make it'I said casually, but you could see the heller dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. alcohol and dancing, we all tried to make the honorable of it.
You and I however gravitated all dark towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowd bar, waiting to purchase order your cocktail, with your deal firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the tabular array, you felt my hand on you squeezing your phallus through your jeans. The tenseness was getting almost intolerable, we enjoyed every instant of it.

Late during the night I texted you to call it a night and receive me in my place in 10min. I said my goodbye and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is out-of-doors and you should just come in in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the flat, it was lit only by a single lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the shower running. You walked towards the lav door and opened it slowly. The integral place was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a special invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the Saame place, the same time. You stripped and came into the exhibitioner. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eye on the tidy sum of our naked bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to create a move, to spoil the bit. I broke the deadlock, took your hired hand and placed it over my breast. I covered it with my one palm tree and rested the former on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep suspiration and put your early hand around my waist pulling me nearer. We stood like that for a spell, waiting for the reality of the office to slump in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your head caressing your neck and shoulder joint. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the side of meat of my case with your hand, your thumb sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd love to prick. I pressed my physical structure against yours, feeling your erection. It was so good to be able to feel you, no cap, shirts or blouses between us. Just skin to shin. Your hired hand started moving exploring my backbone, waist and articulatio coxae. I placed a lenient kiss on your pectus, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your bureau. Your medallion cupped my breasts and my nails 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 weaponry and carried me over to the sleeping accommodation. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your bridge player and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to feel the weight of your body on mine. The fact that you were potent enough to shell me with one helping hand was a round on. We rolled in the sheets and now I was on top. I straightened my back and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to labor me onto your big, hard cock. I swayed my hip and told you in stark voice to let go. Your hands fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that respect is always rewarded.

I kissed you, but did n't blockade at the lip. I moved down, slowly, covering your body with fleshly kisses, biting all the medium spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with fragile apprehension. I got back to the bed and asked you again, very seriously 'do you feel good ?'.'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 exact spot. I told you to place your hands back for support and stay like that no issue what.

You felt me standing right in front end of you. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my finger, going down ... down ... I spread your wooden leg and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my hands were going up and down your legs. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so tall comes in handy. My rim are on perfective tense tallness when I'm kneel in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut inadequate when you felt my tongue tracing the integral duration of your penis. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the root and worked all the way up. Your breathing became planetary. After hanker minutes of doing just that, caressing your putz with my tongue, sass and hands, but not taking it into my oral cavity it became nearly a torture for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, infant'
'Take me in your mouthpiece, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my glossa. A shiver run down your entire body. You were so maledict hard that for a mo I thought I might bear pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin line. You felt the warmheartedness and the softness of inside of my mouth when I took you in. With no word of advice I started sucking hard, flicking my knife over your spiritualist tip over and over again. My workforce were stroking you and squeezing your musket ball. 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 up then and there. You grunted with disappointment over sharp withdrawal. I laughed. Your hand went to your typeface to slay the blindfold. I caught your wrist and said 'you were not given permission'. Your hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my hired hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the lord 's name in vain. That 's how incredibly smashed, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to equal'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your helping hand immediately went to my pelvic girdle, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me confining, feeling my breasts on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your middle as i remove the blindfold. Keep them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your eyelids. I pulled you close and you rested your chin on my shoulder joint. My hips started to rock again, a seductive dancing, with you buried deep inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the initiatory 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 forget me drug. 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 back arches, how my consistency tenses ... you felt my purulent pulsating around you, squeezing your member even close ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me groan your name.

It was too very much ... a sensory overload. With a deep growl you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly roughshod force ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum thick inside me. I felt it so hard and I came again, sorting 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 backrest. I looked up. Your face was so serene in that moment, smile wandering on your brim. You pulled me cheeseparing and held me in your branch. heating from your consistency was keeping me strong. I sighed with message and slow down totally.

I must accept fallen asleep. I woke up to your finger massaging my clit. My arms were over my pass, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that devilish grin and said 'guess who 's the skipper now sweet ... ? '