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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

well, first time meets are always nerve wracking, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise!

Do you have a drink to calm yourself, I muse, no she said bring wine. Yes, wine, now red or white? Definitely white, I'm not a fan of red, and white is better for relaxed drinking and chatting, everybody likes white anyway. I tell myself to calm down as I check my phone for the twentieth time, awaiting confirmation that the meet still going ahead. The phone vibrates ( I hate the tinny beeps that usually signifies a message ) and see the tiny icon showing that a message is waiting to be opened. I open the message, fuck, it's a marketing message, no I haven't had a fucking accident recently! The phone vibrates again, it's her, the meet is still on, this I can tell from the picture that has just been sent. Small lacy panties, covering just about nothing. My hands slightly shaking as look, my mind already slowly removing them, seeing what's underneath. Another message, " I'm ready, come whenever " it reads. I touch my already hardening cock through my trousers, fuck, stop it, I think to myself. I look in the mirror, make sure I look good for her. Black suit trousers, deep red shirt, looking crisp. Black jacket to finish it off. Hair looking good too, even my skin is free from blemishes. Looking good, right, taxi booked, wine in hand, let's go. I message her from the taxi, let her know I'm on my way. Making small with the driver, trying to relax a little more. Driver asks what I'm doing, i my heart skips, fuck, what if he knows her, wonders if he can read my mind and know exactly what I'll be doing? Play it cool, he doesn't know, he's just chatting to pass the time. I answer that I'm having lunch with an old friend. He doesn't need to know the truth. He nods with a knowing smile, and says no more. My phone vibrates again, it's her, another pic, this time, just her foot, an exquisite foot, encompassed in glorious stocking, topped off with a shoe of beauty. Black, studded with diamontes and a killer five inch heel. I wish I sat in the back now, the driver must have noticed my trousers twitch, at least seen the pic! He hasn't, or at least not acknowledged he hasn't. We arrive at your house, the large automatic gates allow us entry. We stop outside your front door, I pay the driver, and leave the vehicle. I compose myself once more, then knock the door using the heavy brass knocker. I see you, in the flesh, for the first time.

" Hello, and welcome " you announce.

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By *uy4couplesMan
over a year ago

south kent

please don't stop

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I stand there, just taking in what you're wearing. A long black evening dress, stopping just above the ankles, showing off those gorgeous shoes, the dress decorated with sparkling diamontes to match the shoes. I take in your almost glowing, fiery red hair, all pulled up, presenting your sexy neck, upon which sits a silvery chain, holding a emerald pendant. The pendant itself plunges downwards, nestling between two glorious globes of heaven, barely contained by the above dress.

" well, aren't you going to come in? " I open my mouth to reply, however I just hand her the bottle and walk past her, breathing in the delicious scent of her perfume.

At this point, I'd better introduce you to my new ' friend '

Her name is Isabella, and we'd met through a mutual friend. We had communicated via email and phone messages, however this was the first time we'd actually met. I was secretly doing cartwheels in my head, but obviously I had to be seen to be cool, calm and collected on the outside. From the communications that were had been having, I knew roughly what tonight would bring.................however what happened was something quite unexpected, and this, my dear friends is my account.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

should I continue??

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By *abybladeCouple
over a year ago

Bacup

Yep.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Yes please do

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Get to the good parts

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Best start to a story yet. Keep going mate

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Isabella closed the door, then turned and asked to take my jacket. The smell of her perfume was truly intoxicating, it seemed to have a mesmerizing effect on me, almost making me unable to move. I followed her down the dark wood panelled hallway, a chandelier lit low above us. My eyes watching her hips swaying we walked towards an open door. Isabella stopped and opened a door before that to hang my jacket up. As she reached up to over the jacket on the hook, I catch the flash of the emerald as it caught the light from above, the pendant shining bright against the outline of her breasts, Isabella caught me looking and moved her finger seductively over her clavicle and down her chest " you like the pendant, it was a gift from a former lover " She emphasised the word former. She held the pendant with one hand's and seemed to stop and think for a moment, before closing the door and beckoning me to carry on behind her. I wondering why she would even mention the former lover at all, but quickly put that out of my mind as we reached the aforementioned open doorway. Isabella stopped, turned around and stood right in front of me, our eyes locked, she softly placed her hands on my face and kissed me once hard, her tongue opening my still closed lips ( she took me by surprise ) and forced it's way in. Darting furiously, the kiss taking my breath away, my own tongue now fighting back, no, now locked in a kind of dance, as it tries to find a way past. Briefly, it past, it explored, mentally I thought I'd won, but no, my tongue rubbed against something sharp and quickly retreated. What the fuck was that I thought. Isabella sensed what I thought and pulled back

" now we begin as promised " said Isabella as she carried on through the doorway and downwards via a stone staircase. My mind only now wondering what was about to happen. Yes, I'd agreed to let her be in control, but what exactly have I actually agreed to? I followed down the steps, my emotions a bizarre mixture of horniness and scared witless.....

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over a year ago

As I reached the the last step of the staircase I notice a fair sized room, again, the lighting deliberately low. The walls themselves are bereft of any decoration, though I then realise that stone walls are a pain to do anything with anyway. And unusually for a stone room ( not that I've ever been in a stone room before, just hazarding a guess here ) it seems to be quite warm. The room was dominated by three things, one of which was a large chair, the other a cupboard/dresser and lastly, of course, was Isabella herself. She turned to face me, her eyes I now notice properly are a striking green, the same as her pendant, the low light catching them perfectly from the angle I was standing. Still standing on the last step I scanned the room quickly, before looking back at Isabella.

" Come, don't just stand there. Are you always like a damn statue? " She queried

" I was taken aback, you look, er , delectable "

Delectable I thought, what lame ass compliment was that?? I could've said sexy, horny, or stunning even, but nooo, I had to say delectable, she is gonna think I'm a twat!!

Instead Isabella just stood there, smiled and motioned her hand for me to sit down on the chair. I looked once again at the imposing chair as I walked slowly towards it. I could see it was ordinary chair, more of a grand throne. It was constructed out of wood with black metal inlays and touches. I noticed metal inserts on top of the arms as I got nearer. And also the seating area seemed a little large for the size of the chair too, how odd I thought as I parked my derrière down. My forearms and wrists sat naturally on the armrests and my legs touched the floor as per a normal seat, but something still didn't feel quite right.

" You are not to move whilst I prepare myself " Isabellas voice seemed to have dropped an octave or so, and had become a little monosyllabic as she said this, but again I let it ride, as, hey, I was in for a night I'll never forget, so she promised in her last email. She lifted her hand to her head and quickly let her hair down, the redness cascading down over her shoulders and draping over her heaving breasts looked so sexy, I just wanted to stand up and ravish her there and then! But no, she said don't move, and well, you got to do what the lady says, don't you! She made it even harder for me to stay still as then proceeded to slide her hand down her back, pulling a hidden zipper down slightly so her long dress fell to the floor, leaving her in the most amazing lingerie I had ever seen. A dark green barely supportive bra, suspender belt in the same colour, and tiny, tiny panties that might as well have not been there at all. Holy crap, I thought, what have we here, I could die now and I wouldn't care at all!

Looking back, I wish I hadn't actually thought that though

Isabella walked slowly towards me and leant forward, my eyes fixed firmly on her pendant as it gently swayed in front of me. I look up as her face moves closer towards mine. A faintly inaudible click occurs and two things happen at once. Thin leather straps fall from sides of the armrests and her hands expertly and smoothly belt them over my forearms and wrists. She must've activated a trigger as she leant forward.

" Don't be scared " Isabella purred, her pendant still swaying, " at least, not yet " Another trigger, and she knelt down and tied my ankles in the same leather-bound way to the legs of the chair. Her hand running up my leg as she stood back up, over the inside the of my thigh and stopped just as she reached crotch. The excitement running through me at this point was exhilarating, my erection must've have been more obvious than a belisha beacon flashing at a road crossing. Still leaning forward over me she smiled and that's when shit got real, her incisors were tapered to a very fine point......

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

should this carry on people??

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Yes

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Please do

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

My eyes genuinely grew wider than ever, transfixed on her two pointed teeth. Isabella just smiled, ran her tongue over the two points and purred

“ What is it, don’t tell me you’re scared? Didn’t Joseph ( our mutual friend ) tell you I had these done? What, did you really think I was a vampire? “ I laughed nervously

“ Of course not, they’re not real, I mean, of course Joe told me about them, and why wouldn’t he, he knows I don’t like surprises “ I was stammering, adrenaline coursing through my veins, I was just spewing out words for the hell of it. Isabella just threw her back a little and laughed,

“ Yes, we’re not real, just a figment of somebodies far-fetched imagination “

Whoa, I thought, did she just say we??? As in there are more of them? I tried to act all calm and normal, sat there with my forearms and ankles tied to the chair…. I think I pulled it off. Isabella leant forward once more, and stopped with her mouth close to my ear

“ Shush now, don’t panic, just relax and let me take you on a journey, a journey of pleasure, oh, and maybe a little pain. You said you liked that, didn’t you, I mean you can’t have one without the other “ as Isabella whispered very softly in my ear, her hand was running up and down my thigh, eventually stopping on my crotch, her hand gently massaging my cock through my trousers, feeling how hard I still was. Despite what I had just seen, I was still incredibly turned on, and Isabella knew how to keep me hard.

“ My, my “ Isabella whispered, “ You do have an impressive cock, I think I’d better see if it tas-looks as good as it feels “ Did she nearly say taste? I wondered, no definitely, she was about to say taste. I shivered slightly, but once more Isabella soothed me with her hot breath over my ear and neck, and her hand still rubbing my cock. Isabella straddled over me and sat on my lap, her hips pushing against my mine, her pussy grinding down onto my cock. Her breasts were just within reach of my mouth as her arms snaked around my neck, and even as I thought how close my mouth actually was to them, she pulled my head towards them. Her skin was so soft, the breasts firm, the smell of her perfume still intoxicating, my body going wild with pure desire. I could see her nipples almost escaping the fabric that was trying to contain them, I caught the edge of one side of fabric with my teeth to expose one completely, the areola looking deliciously dark against her white skin, the nipple itself standing proud, just begging to be licked and touched. Her hands now escaping from behind my neck, pushing her breasts upwards, offering them to me, the bar pulled down so both nipples standing hard and erect for my hungry mouth. As I leant forward more , she leant back, so they were just out of my reach , teasing me even more. My cock straining even harder through the material of my trousers, preventing any contact with that hot, delicious pussy that was hardly covered by that tiny, thin layer of silk. Isabella stood up, but not before releasing yet another trigger that must’ve been located behind the chair. I heard the click then felt the front legs of the chair spring out to the side with my own legs still tied to them. I sat there , my legs akimbo, as I myself was now straddling the seat of the chair.

“ mmm, trussed like the turkey you are, It’s now my time for fun “ breathed Isabella. From the table she took a pair of nasty looking shears, the terror in my eyes must’ve been evident, as moved closer.

“ stop moving, or this is going to hurt baby “ said Isabella as she looked straight at me…….

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I like where this is going!

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By *atchadreamWoman
over a year ago

ST NEOTS

More, more, more

I you know I will NOT say please to you...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

got board

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

bored

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By *porty.benMan
over a year ago

West Hampstead

"got board"

Same.... Get to the good bit!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

No, not bored at all.

Building a story slowly is the best way to do it. Especially with such a sense of fear woven in.

You know how to tell a story; please give us more.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

No, not bored at all.

Building a story slowly is the best way to do it. Especially with such a sense of fear woven in.

You know how to tell a story; please give us more.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

sorry folks, for those awaiting the good bits, stick in there and just enjoy the foreboding build up, it'll be worth it. and some people like to carried away by a good story. thank you those who are sticking with it

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"sorry folks, for those awaiting the good bits, stick in there and just enjoy the foreboding build up, it'll be worth it. and some people like to carried away by a good story. thank you those who are sticking with it

The way it should be done!! ??

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Isabella told me to just stay still and don’t move, well that was easy for her to say that, she wasn’t having a sharp implement held towards her! But, also I knew that she wouldn’t hurt me, people would surely know I was here, wouldn’t they? The taxi driver at least knew I was here. Stop rambling I thought as Isabella started to cut off the buttons off my shirt. Phew I thought, I can live with that, just bought the shirt today, but hey ho, easy come, easy go, it can be replaced. Finally my buttons all gone, my bare chest exposed. I could swear Isabella could see my heart beating furiously through my skin. She drew her fingernails down across my chest, hard enough to leave a faint mark, leaning closer to me once more

“ Mmmm, I do love a smooth bare chest, one that doesn’t look like a gorilla. This will make what I have planned later a lot easier and definitely less messy “ She whispered softly, her hot breath washing over me once more. Her breasts, now free from that non -existent bra, pushed gently against my face, her nipple once more finding its delicious way into my mouth.

“ huhuh “ was all about I could say at this point. Her words didn’t even register properly until I heard another faint click, and half my seat just suddenly fell away on a hinge. Isabella just carried on smiling and proceeded to slide the shears down the waistband of my trousers. Oh great, I thought, now I need new fucking trousers!! Isabella pulled the freshly cut material away from me, now leaving fully naked and still tied to the contraption of a chair. My balls were swinging freely now underneath me, my cock inexplicably still hard, but then again, that body, mmm, that body of hers was so damn sexy. And her touch, also keeping me excited enough to keep me hard.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Isabella stepped back away from me, licked her lips and watched me. Not that I was able to do anything except nod my head, oh, and twitch my hard penis at her, neither of which were going to do anything. Though the sight of my twitching cock did illicit a wry smile from her though. As she smiled, her sharpened teeth were exposed once again, making me look away, the thought of them slightly disturbed me, to be honest.

“ oh baby, now now “ she said, “ Look at me as I’m trying to talk to you, that’s just plain rude “

Isabella walked slowly over to the dresser by the side of the wall and slowly bent over to get something from the bottom draw. Her beautiful ass was clearly on display for me, If I only could just reach out and bite that peach I thought. My eyes then drawn to the tightness of her panties around the outline of her pussy lips, holy fuck, that I would definitely like to my mouth over. My mind racing about tasting her, wanting her, fucking her, letting her now how grateful I am for just being here. How could I think like this whilst still tied up? My cock straining for attention, and how was I going to let her know? Of course, I could still talk, Doh, I thought.

“ Hey, Bella, how long you going to leave me like this? I mean come on, is all “

“ It’s IS-A-Bella, not Bella “ She interrupted, “ And who said you could speak? From now you won’t speak, is that clear? “

“ Yes, Isabella “ I reply

“ What did you say? “ retorts Isabella, her voice rising, as she stalked back over to me. Leaning close to me, her perfume still strong, oh fuck, why couldn’t I just stay quiet I thought.

Her hand pressing my cheeks together, my mouth opening, her other hand behind my head, now holding something. A flash of red, and then I feel a hard object pushed against my teeth, pushing my tongue back, forcing my mouth to stay open. The smell of leather now mixing with her perfume, shit, it’s a ball gag I realise as she fastens it around my head. Well that’ll shut me up for sure. My eyes locked on hers, now knowing that I was completely under her power and mercy. I kept my head in a defiant stay of triumph, but to no avail, she knew I had no way of doing anything. Isabella whispered again as she moved closer.

“ Like I said earlier, I love a smooth chest “ She spoke softly and so sexily as her words came out, almost hypnotic. Her hand began stroking my face, down over my chest, lower still.

“ And I see you have also other areas smooth, as per my email, at least you can read, even if you can’t listen. Mmmm I hope you’re going to like the next part, I will “

As she spoke, she gave my hard shaft a quick rub and gently massaged my balls. She moved even closer and slowly licked under my chin, up to the ball in my mouth, licking up the saliva that I had uncontrollably let fall. Kneeling slowly, she gave my chest long licks, then even lower, my cock got her whole mouth around it, hungrily sucking it, slurping noises emanating from her mouth as she did. Then just as abruptly as she started, she stopped. Her hand still holding my balls as she moved up to my face, pulling them downwards, Isabella seeing the pain flash in my eyes, my whole body trying to go down to. She let go quickly and gave a little laugh.

“ Don’t panic, I wouldn’t want to hurt you, yet! “ She said as showed me her teeth again. She turned around and was about to walk away, when she must’ve had a change of mind. With her back still to me she moved to the side slightly so she was straddling the armrest, her pussy resting on my hand. The heat was easily felt, I tried to turn my hand over, but found it was too securely fastened. She pulled her panties to one side and rubbed herself over the back of my fingers, her own hand also joining in as played with herself, using the back of my hand as a kind of release. I felt how wet she actually was, and how turned she must’ve been. She stopped herself from actually cumming, though she must’ve been fucking close. However, what she did do almost made me explode right there. She moved off the armrest and backed onto my cock, quickly guiding me inside her. She pushed herself hard down onto me, and I couldn’t push back due to my precarious position, so couldn’t get leverage to push back at all. She impaled herself and rode my cock like rodeo rider, as her body quivered and shook with her impeding orgasm. Moving herself faster and harder, feeling her hand play with her clit, occasionally brushing against my balls. Just as I was so close myself, she moved her hand and pulled my balls hard, her own orgasm flowing through her as she whimpered in a low guttural moan. As quickly as she got on me, she got off. Her eyes somewhat glazed as she turned to face me.

“ what a fucking cock, I couldn’t wait, I had to feel it. Though I still haven’t finished yet “ My own senses in turmoil, what the fuck just happened? I thought. I look down and see my cock glistening with her juices, mingling with the saliva dripping off my chin and down my chest. What a sticky mess, I thought, and I haven’t even got clothes anymore, shit.

My nostrils sensed something else now, a kind of burning smell. I looked up at where Isabella was and saw she had a large candle in her hand, which was now lit…..

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By *porty.benMan
over a year ago

West Hampstead

Now this is trucking hot!!!!

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

glad it's being enjoyed!!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

God damn! Love it!

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over a year ago

Isabella let the stand on top of the dresser, the flame flickering away.

" mmm, how's your tolerance levels, we're about to find out I guess " murmured Isabella softly, so softly in fact, that I hardly heard her. Standing in front of me, she raised her foot, still clad in those amazing fuck me shoes, up my leg, over the inside of my thigh, and resting underneath my balls. The tip of her shoe nudging my balls around, rubbing back n forth along my perineum, my cock once more twitching away like a happy dog's tail.

"You do like that, don't you. Especially that I see " she said as her foot pushed against my ass. Her shoe was now moving upwards, the heel between my cheeks as she pressed the sole down on my twitching cock, the pressure building up through as she moved it slightly side to side. All I could do was there and take the strangely pleasurable sensation. The feeling of both her heel, and sole, over my cock and balls was becoming so immense, I tried to yell at her to stop, but all that came out was a muffled sound and a load of saliva. Some of which fell onto her shoe, she pulled back and told me that was very bad, that she was doing something nice for me, and all I could do was drool over her. I shook my head, then hung it in shame, how could I have been so selfish I thought. I sat there, not moving, hoping she'll forgive me, when I smelt the burning seemingly above me. I looked up, just as the first globules of wax landed on my chest, the pain short and brief, then the coolness as it hardened. The wicked glint in Isabella's eye as another drop fell, this time lower, over my abdomen. Even more fell, again my chest, the top of my thighs, very close to my cock.

" hmmm, a wax model of that beautiful cock, that would be fantastic! " laughed Isabella....

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Waiting for the next installment x

Such a hot story x

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

next part on it's way folks!

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The heat from the wax, so intense, the feeling of each little drip of pain, then pleasure as it quickly cools down was unlike anything I felt before. Isabella stopped and unfastened my gag, my tongue glad of the freedom of movement again.

“Thank You” was all I could say.

I must’ve looked quite strange now, still tied up, unable to move and with little rivulets of hardened wax adorned over my body. Isabella placed the candle down and walked closer to me

“Don’t think I’ve finished with you yet, I need more release, and I know just how to get it” she whispered while her hands ran over my body, the wax being pulled off. Isabella kissed me hard once more, her tongue probing, exploring, almost devouring me, her lust just seemingly taking over her control, her hand pulling on my cock again, tightly squeezing and pulling, moving it faster and faster, this continuing until my body convulses slightly, my sounds showing to her that I was so close, and yet she stops once more.

“I said I need another release, not you!”

She stands behind me now, pulling a lever on this oddity of a chair, and find myself tilting backwards. The chair having rotated on its back legs and I’m on my back, legs from the back of the chair supporting me so it doesn’t tip over. My legs still attached to the front legs. I find myself looking like a baby lying on its back, legs in the air, like waiting to be nappy changed.

My head is now sitting about 20 inches off the floor and can see Isabella standing over me. Her pussy looking straight above me, this view is just incredible! Isabella looks down at me,

“I want you to eat me, and don’t you dare fucking stop” she commanded. How could I refuse such a direct, and somewhat corny, request I thought.

Isabella turned around so her ass, her perfectly formed, peachy ass, was facing me now, getting closer as she lowered it onto my face, moving herself back a little so her still wet pussy was now only mere centimetres from my mouth. I opened my mouth and let my tongue extend as she came lower, the first touch was heavenly, as she then sat down hard. Her pussy grinding on my mouth, the clit pushed against my nose as she rubbed her sex onto me. My tongue deep inside her, her juices tasting so good, she manoeuvred herself a little back so my tongue would press and lick against her clit now, hearing her as she let herself go over me, hips bucking wildly as the first wave of her orgasm swept over her, her moans becoming a lot more vocal as she screamed at me to carry on. Moving her hips a little forward now, letting my tongue flick over her asshole as her own fingers continues over her pussy, the sounds emanating from within her pussy as her fingers thrust inside proving how wet she was. My tongue pressing against that asshole, flicking around it, combined with her own fingers was making her about to cum again, and I sensed this time would be a big one. She sat her pussy again on my mouth, her fingers rubbing her clit hard, her moans even louder, her hips almost squashing me as finally, a hot stream of cum shot out, gushing over my mouth, nose and chin….

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

should this continue??

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"should this continue??

In a word "YES" lol

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Definitely.

Just what I need when I can't sleep. You have to keep it cumming!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Fantastic read. Can't wait for next bit

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