Placing the wine glass on the coffee table I began to slowly move my hips. The man lying below me gr

Placing the wine glass on the coffee table I began to slowly move my hips. The man lying below me groaned quietly and a smile spread across my lips. I was teasing him. No fucking him, only letting him rub against my cunt, denying him what he really wanted – to be inside me.I rocked back and picked up the packet off the table. I peeled open the case and popped open the needles. Slowly, one by one, I pushed them into my breasts. Savouring the sensation of feeling them enter my skin, move deeper until they are fully placed in position.It is euphoric.The pain, the smell of blood, the groaning man below me who was watching with a look of hunger in his eyes. Blood pooled in one of the needle tops and began dripping on to his chest. He couldn’t stop it. His hands were on his head and he knew the consequences of moving them would be agony.Needle, after needle, my hunger for fulfilment became stronger.I had filled my breasts with needles and my senses were in over load and I rocked – teasing the man beneath my hips as I slowly rubbed myself along him. Enough to draw a groan, but not enough to satisfy his need.I was in a state of bliss. My senses alert, my body craving a climax, the man beneath me – desperate.I began removing the needles one by one. Droplets of blood formed on the skin. As the droplets grew they slowly began to trail towards my nipples before falling onto the warm body below. Each splatter making a unique print on his chest. Marking it.Claiming it.His chest rose and fell as the drops of blood splattered and ran down the clefts of his body forming a pool in the centre as the blood continued to fall. As I ground against him the drops of blood increased and as I rubbed my hands over my breasts the blood covered my hands and my chest and continued to fall onto him. I touched my finger to the blood on his chest and then licked it as his chest heaved and his body twitched.I rose until I was standing above him, looking down at him, covered in blood – aroused – and staying in position at all costs. Several droplets of blood had fallen onto the black strap-on that I was wearing. I wiped them off with an evil look on my face.I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him from his position on the floor to his knees. His head was bowed and his breathing was rapid. Excitement, lust, blood – they all trigger something.I moved behind him and pushed him down over the coffee table. The blood spread onto the coffee table, pooling and running. Droplets of blood from my breasts now fell and glistened like rubies on his back.Pulling his hair made his back arch and allowed me to kiss my way down his back, licking the blood and biting his flesh as I moved. He was now thrusting against the air – desperate.I dripped lube down my hands, onto the dildo, and down onto him. As the cool liquid hit his skin his body shivered, the hairs on his back stood up and I could see the hunger in his body – craving fulfilment.I moved my hips and positioned myself behind him. He squirmed with anticipation. I clawed at his back, scratching and tearing at his skin. Just then I began to enter him.Slowly, so slowly. He whimpered.He began thrusting backwards towards me – wanting me inside him. I began to thrust increasing the speed but not as far as he would have liked. It was only then that I reached around and touched him. He groaned loudly and spasmed slightly. I began fucking him harder. Rubbing the blood into his back.My blood.My breasts were still dripping blood, combined now with sweat as I began to fuck him hard. My breasts moved and the blood splattered onto him. He was growling now. He couldn’t keep quiet.The sight of my man covered in my blood, shaking and groaning as I fucked him as hard as I liked was euphoric. I reached forward and pulled his hair, as I slammed into him. He whimpered and begged to be allowed to come. I reached forwards and played with his cock, teasing him, torturing him.Several minutes later he was a twitching mess and cum trickled down his leg and onto the floor.I feel back to the floor, and he curled up next to me. I picked up my wine glass and took a sip before I passed it to him. His hands were shaking as he took it and savoured the red liquid that perfectly mirrored the droplets of blood that had fallen from my breasts minutes before.He pressed his head into my chest and we lay there covered in blood - our hunger satisfied and our thirst quenched. -- source link

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