cheek, feeling his prickly five o’clock shadow, almost like sandpaper against my palm.
I gasped for air as a little bit of space appeared between our lips. With my eyes closed and his body pressed on top of me, I could feel his cock growing larger. His jeans must’ve had trouble keeping it back.
His hand ran down my side, and I felt a tingle whenever his skin was flush against mine. He had such power over me, especially when we were together like this, and I loved it more than anything. I loved it when he had his way with me and made me feel like I was the sexiest and most important woman in the world.
His hand snuck under my shirt and with his palm and fingers flush against my ribcage, snuck under my bra and squeezed my bare breast. I let out a moan that vibrated against his luscious lips. He squeezed and twisted my nipple gently as I wrapped my arms around him and snuck my own hands underneath his shirt. Each bump of his abs felt pronounced and strong, almost like I was touching a god. His pecs, hard and strong, felt like mountains that I wanted to climb all night long. His large, bulging arms made me feel secure when they were wrapped around me. He was perfect in every way.
His hand left my breast and exited my shirt before he got up off of the bed and walked over to one of his dresser drawers. What could he have for me now? Were we using blindfolds again? What about handcuffs? Maybe even a paddle to spank the bad girl out of me?
He didn’t say anything as he opened the drawer and perused it before pulling out a couple items. They were ropes, two of them, and I started to wonder what they were for.
“ What are you using those for?” I asked.
“ Since we have our little arrangement, I thought we could kick things up to the next level. I’m going to tie your hands to the bed posts, Penelope,” he said.
“ And then what?” I asked.
“ Everything ,” he replied.
Blake propped me up with a few pillows as I lay there, naked and excited. He was only in his boxer briefs, a welcome sight, as he wrapped the ropes around my wrists and tied the loops around the top of the bedposts. I looked down at him, my feet on the bed and my knees bent, as he got onto his stomach and put his face down into me.
His tongue flickered against my clit and I instantly felt a shockwave of pleasure course through my veins, all the little hairs on my arms standing up in attention. I let out a girlish squeal before closing my eyes, not obstructed by a blindfold this time, as I tried to feel every vibration he gave me.
His fingers pressed into my thighs, and I could feel his stubble against my inner thighs. It didn’t hurt, but added another layer of sensation that I desperately wanted.
I felt two of his fingers push against me and start to slowly enter as I flexed my abs and let them in. I could hear my wetness engulf them as his thumb pressed against my clit and started to slowly rub it. I jerked a little as I received hints of pleasure that made me have uncontrollable reactions.
“ How’s that?” he asked.
“ Good,” I muttered, as his fingers continued to slowly come in and out of me.
“ How about now?” he asked.
Before I could answer him, the pads of his fingers flickered upwards against my G-spot and I pulled against the ropes. I thought I was going to break the wooden bedposts.
“ Oh my god,” I moaned.
“ I think you like that,” he said, and I could hear the happiness in his tone.
He did it again, this time faster, and I held my breath as my abs flexed and my ass came off of the bed. He stopped and I let go, falling back down. I was finally able to breathe again, and boy did I gasp for air.
I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his face between my legs. He looked back up at me, our eyes locking, and I saw him look to the side and pick something up. He turned it on, a vibrator, and put the little bullet against my clit, his fingers still inside me. I gasped, feeling the incessant vibrations of his
I gasped for air as a little bit of space appeared between our lips. With my eyes closed and his body pressed on top of me, I could feel his cock growing larger. His jeans must’ve had trouble keeping it back.
His hand ran down my side, and I felt a tingle whenever his skin was flush against mine. He had such power over me, especially when we were together like this, and I loved it more than anything. I loved it when he had his way with me and made me feel like I was the sexiest and most important woman in the world.
His hand snuck under my shirt and with his palm and fingers flush against my ribcage, snuck under my bra and squeezed my bare breast. I let out a moan that vibrated against his luscious lips. He squeezed and twisted my nipple gently as I wrapped my arms around him and snuck my own hands underneath his shirt. Each bump of his abs felt pronounced and strong, almost like I was touching a god. His pecs, hard and strong, felt like mountains that I wanted to climb all night long. His large, bulging arms made me feel secure when they were wrapped around me. He was perfect in every way.
His hand left my breast and exited my shirt before he got up off of the bed and walked over to one of his dresser drawers. What could he have for me now? Were we using blindfolds again? What about handcuffs? Maybe even a paddle to spank the bad girl out of me?
He didn’t say anything as he opened the drawer and perused it before pulling out a couple items. They were ropes, two of them, and I started to wonder what they were for.
“ What are you using those for?” I asked.
“ Since we have our little arrangement, I thought we could kick things up to the next level. I’m going to tie your hands to the bed posts, Penelope,” he said.
“ And then what?” I asked.
“ Everything ,” he replied.
Blake propped me up with a few pillows as I lay there, naked and excited. He was only in his boxer briefs, a welcome sight, as he wrapped the ropes around my wrists and tied the loops around the top of the bedposts. I looked down at him, my feet on the bed and my knees bent, as he got onto his stomach and put his face down into me.
His tongue flickered against my clit and I instantly felt a shockwave of pleasure course through my veins, all the little hairs on my arms standing up in attention. I let out a girlish squeal before closing my eyes, not obstructed by a blindfold this time, as I tried to feel every vibration he gave me.
His fingers pressed into my thighs, and I could feel his stubble against my inner thighs. It didn’t hurt, but added another layer of sensation that I desperately wanted.
I felt two of his fingers push against me and start to slowly enter as I flexed my abs and let them in. I could hear my wetness engulf them as his thumb pressed against my clit and started to slowly rub it. I jerked a little as I received hints of pleasure that made me have uncontrollable reactions.
“ How’s that?” he asked.
“ Good,” I muttered, as his fingers continued to slowly come in and out of me.
“ How about now?” he asked.
Before I could answer him, the pads of his fingers flickered upwards against my G-spot and I pulled against the ropes. I thought I was going to break the wooden bedposts.
“ Oh my god,” I moaned.
“ I think you like that,” he said, and I could hear the happiness in his tone.
He did it again, this time faster, and I held my breath as my abs flexed and my ass came off of the bed. He stopped and I let go, falling back down. I was finally able to breathe again, and boy did I gasp for air.
I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his face between my legs. He looked back up at me, our eyes locking, and I saw him look to the side and pick something up. He turned it on, a vibrator, and put the little bullet against my clit, his fingers still inside me. I gasped, feeling the incessant vibrations of his
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