Does she plead for more, for more, for more of you as she arches above, as she straddles your thighs and grinds her hips, your cock buried so deep nothing but this sensation matters or exists?
When I enter the room, she's standing in a corner. Why she's being punished, I don't know. But I'm glad she is. Black corset, black stockings. Skin as pale as the moon on snow. A cherry red ball gag against cherry red lips. Blonde curls.
For in her downcast gaze and ebony kitten lashes and the full and parted lips rouged as red as the light which bathes her contours, he recognises the same palpable heat, the same fiery passion and dangerous darkness as the one radiating from her wantonly arched body, from the brazenly exposed and denuded sex dripping, soaking the softness of her inner thighs with its insatiable and lascivious want.
"I want to fuck you," I say. "I want to feel my cock inside you."
"How?" you ask.
"I want you on top of me," I answer. "I want you to ride me. SLOW-ly."
As I had directed, she stood by her door, facing it, in black heels, a black skirt, black scoop-neck top, black bra, black boyshorts, and black thigh-highs. I pushed open the door to see her, standing tall (in her heels, she's taller than me), her fingers under her skirt, in her pussy.
I was on top of him riding his cock and when I looked at him through my black hair, I wanted to photograph him.
My mouth clasps onto his cock, the last piece of this human chain of carnal enjoyment. Tonight wasn't about penetration; we were not aiming for that. I wanted hands and lips; the use the most basic of body parts to get each other off. Plus, the way my breasts were being touched and tickledfelt like everything.
How long has it been since I allowed you an orgasm? It feels like years.
I reached over to the table at the side of the bed, showing my ass to the Portuguese guys, and grabbed my some lotion. SPF 8 to get brown all over. Then I started with my feet and worked my way up. My calves, front and back. My thighs, front and back, massaging them.
img src="http://straight.fleshbot.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/x-art_gianna_tyler_pablo_party_boat-7-sml.jpg" alt="x-art_gianna_tyler_pablo_party_boat!-7-sml" width="1200" height="800" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-5982856" />Two cocks getting hard in my hand. You know how wet I get making one cock hard. two! pussy thump. His cock sliding in my mouth. I love his cock, I can love yours too. Hard to stiff, you in my hand, him in my mouth. It would make me needy.
We lay there engulfed in the darkness. Trailing my fingers along his arm I whispered, "I might want you to fuck me a little bit."
He came inside me and my hips kept grinding into the bed. His body fell beside me; I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my throat while his hand trailed between my legs.
Wrapping my fingers around the curved cock, the skin dragging and skipping across my cheek, like real flesh, as I pulled it toward my lips.
Absence makes the cock grow harder. Isn't that how the saying goes? If not, it should.
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