whole body; then he cups his left hand between her legs.
«Spread your legs.»
She looks at him with eyes shining of pleasure but she doesn't obey this time either. Drakkar slaps her thigh.
«Open your legs!» he orders.
But still she doesn't. He slaps her thigh again and yet she doesn't move. So it follows a third slap, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth...
Sibylle spreads her legs with her skin flushed from his slapping. Drakkar can't resist: she is too beautiful! He bends over to bite her neck and her shoulder, making her pant loudly. Sibylle shudders visibly and her nipples harden instantly. He goes down on his knees again and what happens next is something that Sibylle already knows, something that he has done before, something that makes startle her whole body, and it's when he begins to take her whole intimate part in his mouth, kissing and licking it with passion. He uses his warm tongue, licking devotedly and almost devouring it! Her legs are shaking and her knees bend, offering herself to that sensual assault. Drakkar makes her feel unique, beautiful, adored. Her hands jerk in the handcuffs, her chest moves rhythmically up and down, her mouth gasps, her shoulders shakes, her whole body is absorbing the waves of pleasure that Drakkar's mouth is giving her.
“ Who are you, Drakkar? You who worship me as if I were your goddess? You who treat me as if I were your prisoner? How can I resist your divine mouth, your strong hands, your sublime taste? How can I resist this pleasure, how can I oppose this feeling that flows through me like lava? I've never experienced these emotions, how can I manage them? Why are you so wonderful? Why are you so perfect?! ”
These and other thoughts are ruffled in her mind clouded with pleasure. Only one thing is clear to her: that man is superb. Everything he does is wonderful. And everything he does to her is amazing. After a long time — when she is about to come — Drakkar gets up and she looks at his lips wet of her female juice. He holds her tight and puts her on his shoulder, spanking her pale butt and heading to the bedroom. Once there he lays her on the bedspread, then frees her from the shackles and — before putting them back in his pocket with another pair — he shows them to her.
«Be a good girl or else I'll cuff you to the bed, okay?»
«Okay.» she murmurs, and to show him her submissiveness she lays her arms open showing off her beautiful breasts with those lovely pink nipples. He lies gently over her sighing hoarsely, being careful not to crush her with his weight. Their reflection in the closet's mirrored doors is a tremendously sensual image: him — dressed all in black, with that dark balaclava — lying over her delicate naked body resembles an ancient warrior enjoying his favorite slave.
«Open better your legs.» he requests.
She obeys and he smiles.
«Good girl.»
He bends over to kiss her neck, making her moan with pleasure. The mouth moves on her shoulder, on her throat, on her chin, on her lips... Then they stare insistently in each other's eyes before kissing with ardor. Both have the same thought: it looks like their mouths have been created to meet. They are perfectly united, their lips and tongues. Drakkar gets more comfortable, then holds her head with both his hands to kiss her deeper.
“ What a delicious sweet flavor ”, he thinks.
Sibylle holds her hands around his wrists and starts to move her pelvis against him, eager to feel him inside. The man frees his hard member and he too moves against her, against her thighs, anticipating the movements he will be doing inside her soon. Sibylle clings to his muscular shoulders panting hard. The man rubs his member on her soft hairs and then slides into her tight and smooth opening, holding his breath the moment he feels that moist warmth touch him. He penetrates her slowly since she is really tight and needs to get used to his bigness. He kisses her neck many times.
«Mmmm, you are so tight. Relax,
«Spread your legs.»
She looks at him with eyes shining of pleasure but she doesn't obey this time either. Drakkar slaps her thigh.
«Open your legs!» he orders.
But still she doesn't. He slaps her thigh again and yet she doesn't move. So it follows a third slap, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth...
Sibylle spreads her legs with her skin flushed from his slapping. Drakkar can't resist: she is too beautiful! He bends over to bite her neck and her shoulder, making her pant loudly. Sibylle shudders visibly and her nipples harden instantly. He goes down on his knees again and what happens next is something that Sibylle already knows, something that he has done before, something that makes startle her whole body, and it's when he begins to take her whole intimate part in his mouth, kissing and licking it with passion. He uses his warm tongue, licking devotedly and almost devouring it! Her legs are shaking and her knees bend, offering herself to that sensual assault. Drakkar makes her feel unique, beautiful, adored. Her hands jerk in the handcuffs, her chest moves rhythmically up and down, her mouth gasps, her shoulders shakes, her whole body is absorbing the waves of pleasure that Drakkar's mouth is giving her.
“ Who are you, Drakkar? You who worship me as if I were your goddess? You who treat me as if I were your prisoner? How can I resist your divine mouth, your strong hands, your sublime taste? How can I resist this pleasure, how can I oppose this feeling that flows through me like lava? I've never experienced these emotions, how can I manage them? Why are you so wonderful? Why are you so perfect?! ”
These and other thoughts are ruffled in her mind clouded with pleasure. Only one thing is clear to her: that man is superb. Everything he does is wonderful. And everything he does to her is amazing. After a long time — when she is about to come — Drakkar gets up and she looks at his lips wet of her female juice. He holds her tight and puts her on his shoulder, spanking her pale butt and heading to the bedroom. Once there he lays her on the bedspread, then frees her from the shackles and — before putting them back in his pocket with another pair — he shows them to her.
«Be a good girl or else I'll cuff you to the bed, okay?»
«Okay.» she murmurs, and to show him her submissiveness she lays her arms open showing off her beautiful breasts with those lovely pink nipples. He lies gently over her sighing hoarsely, being careful not to crush her with his weight. Their reflection in the closet's mirrored doors is a tremendously sensual image: him — dressed all in black, with that dark balaclava — lying over her delicate naked body resembles an ancient warrior enjoying his favorite slave.
«Open better your legs.» he requests.
She obeys and he smiles.
«Good girl.»
He bends over to kiss her neck, making her moan with pleasure. The mouth moves on her shoulder, on her throat, on her chin, on her lips... Then they stare insistently in each other's eyes before kissing with ardor. Both have the same thought: it looks like their mouths have been created to meet. They are perfectly united, their lips and tongues. Drakkar gets more comfortable, then holds her head with both his hands to kiss her deeper.
“ What a delicious sweet flavor ”, he thinks.
Sibylle holds her hands around his wrists and starts to move her pelvis against him, eager to feel him inside. The man frees his hard member and he too moves against her, against her thighs, anticipating the movements he will be doing inside her soon. Sibylle clings to his muscular shoulders panting hard. The man rubs his member on her soft hairs and then slides into her tight and smooth opening, holding his breath the moment he feels that moist warmth touch him. He penetrates her slowly since she is really tight and needs to get used to his bigness. He kisses her neck many times.
«Mmmm, you are so tight. Relax,
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