And this time - I came an hour early. My mistake. I woke you up. You should have had that little bit
And this time - I came an hour early. My mistake. I woke you up. You should have had that little bit more sleep, but a little groggy and disoriented you climbed out of bed and started apologising for stuff, you had no reason to apologise for and offering coffee and looking for your gown and I felt guilty and wished you to go back to bed and stop playing hostess. So I told you very firmly not to move. Not to talk. To stand upright with your chin raised and my tone cut through your sleepiness and you stopped fussing and you were still and you were upright and I went to the drawer where you keep your toys. Rope. I wanted you to stop feeling you had to be host and do things for me. So I bound your wrists to your thighs. Quickly. Elegantly. Kissed you a long, long slow kiss as your hands flapped wishing they could hold me close. My fault for waking you early. You lost an hour of sweet dreams. Sitting on the side of the bed I lowered you to my knees and swivelled so that my legs were on and lowered you so that you were across me Your hips raised up on mine as I lay back and tried to sing you something soothing. My hands under your tee and slipping quietly into your panties. We have an hour. An extra hour of sweet dreams and undulating hips. Sucked fingers and tantalised breasts. Just pleasure. No roughness. Just the heightened pleasure you deserve every morning as you moan softly and my fingers slide through your pussy lips and the minutes pass slowly as you tremble and flinch while I work you higher and higher. Then coffee. -- source link
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