I revel in her carnal moans as I probe her deeply with my tongue, face buried between two flawless cheeks. Those last words as she finally admits to herself how much she wants this and begs me to do it. Do her. When she, face buried in the pillows, finally begs me to take her ass...
I revel in her carnal moans as I probe her deeply with my tongue, face buried between two flawless cheeks. Those last words as she finally admits to herself how much she wants this and begs me to do it. Do her. When she, face buried in the pillows, finally begs me to take her ass...
We head out to dinner and get a nice, quiet, dark spot in the corner and order some food. We talk about our days and she even forgets for a moment that she is wearing a vibrator. But I don't...
He blindfolds me, cool black silk against my heated skin, gently caressing my face and nuzzling into my hair as he whispers, "Don’t worry, this won’t hurt...a lot."
"Why are you in such a rush to get home?" He put his arms around my back.
Mistress tells me that she has a surprise for me and calls out a woman's name, Larissa. In through the bedroom door walks a brunette, with big brown eyes and beautiful breasts, on display in the leather contraption she wears. It's
"You won't be getting what you want so easily tonight."
He greets me in the hallway with a simple 'Hi, how’s your day been?', but before I have the chance to answer, his hands are around my waist pulling me into him, his lips attaching to my neck, gently kissing all the right places, and slowly walking me backwards until I’m pressed up against the wall...
“Follow me,” he whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I feel my mesh briefs dampen under my vintage dress as my husband, Andrew, moves in front of my wheelchair and leads me through the seemingly endless aisles of books. I wonder what he has planned for us...
