exoticeva: She stepped out of the bathroom, half shy, half seductress. She’d never worn anything lik

exoticeva: She stepped out of the bathroom, half shy, half seductress. She’d never worn anything like this before but she couldn’t deny it made her feel sexy. The box had been delivered to her apartment with a note, hours before she was due to meet him. *Wear this for me tonight princess. I can’t wait to see you in it.* She’d put it on and stared at herself. Before meeting him she’d never have had the confidence to buy something like this, but she couldn’t deny the way he looked at her. She’d never know how or why he thought her so beautiful, but she knew he did. It was there every time they were together - in the way he couldn’t keep his hands off her. A playful swat on her ass when she walked past him. His arms coming around her from behind as she washed dishes. Mundane moments that suddenly turned hot and urgent as their mutual desire surged. Gentle kisses becoming ravenous. Now she paraded in front of him as he sat sprawled on the couch, twirling so he got the full effect, a shy smile flashing across her face. “Do you like Sir?” “You know I do baby, you’re gorgeous.” “Thank you Sir.” “Mmm. You’re welcome. But I think you should show me just how grateful you are.” Her smile grew wider. Without another word she dropped to her knees and began a slow crawl toward him, her movements sinuous and smooth, just as he’d taught her. When she was between his knees she stayed in position, waiting for his next order. “Touch me.” She raised her eyes to his crotch as she sat back on her heels. He was rock hard, the bulge of his cock against his slacks almost obscene. He hissed as she ran her hand over him and pressed down. “This can’t be comfortable Sir.” “It’s not, so be a good girl and put it in your mouth. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.” She bent over his cock, licking the pre-cum that gathered, replacing it with moisture from her tongue, sucking the wide head into her mouth. He grabbed her hair while she licked and sucked her way down his cock. His grip on her hair spurring her to go faster, take him deeper, so she opened her throat on the way in, giving him her tongue on the way out. “Fuck” she almost missed his mutter, so focused on making him feel good. His pleasure inspired her to suck harder, but then she changed things up, sliding her tongue along the length of his shaft, then with a sudden move, taking him as deep as she could. He released a sharp, masculine noise, pushing further down her throat, holding her head to his groin with a firm grip. She gagged and struggled - she doesn’t want to, but the lack of air makes it instinctive. He doesn’t care - the motions of her throat muscles against his cock feel incredible and the control he has to exert to hold her still thrills that dark, deviant part of him that he hides around most people, but not her, never her. She needs his darkness, craves it, loves it. He released her suddenly and she jerked back, his cock sliding out of her mouth, strands of her saliva connecting her pouty lips to his engorged head. His gorgeous, messy, good girl. He can’t wait any longer to be buried in her tight, slick heat. He wants to feel her orgasm against him. “Get up here. Now. I need to fuck you.” -- source link

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