down towards her opening. Awakened by his teasing, the nerves on her delicate area delighted in the sensation. It was like molten lava over a volcano’s edge, sensuous and intoxicating. He rubbed his hand over her mound, spreading the honey evenly. Around and around, his touch moved in slow circles over her pubic bone, down towards her lips, but always avoiding her clit. She moaned as her need grew stronger and stronger.
“Steady, pet.” He examined her with a satisfied look. “Now that’s good and even.”
Reaching for a strip of cloth, he laid the soft muslin over a patch of hair. As he rubbed the cloth firmly down, he leaned over and closed his hot mouth over a nipple. She gasped as a frisson of pleasure shot through her.
“You are so sensitive,” he chuckled lustfully. He swirled his tongue teasingly over her hardening tip as he massaged her pelvis. She arched her back in pleasure when all of a sudden, he yanked the piece of cloth upwards, taking a good amount of hair with it.
“Ouch!” she yelped. But before she had a chance to wrap herself around the pain, he sucked hard on her nipple. Gianna found herself lost in a confusing swirl of pain and pleasure.
“The ancient Egyptians call this sugaring,” he murmured around her breast as he poured more honey over her mound. The warmth of the honey soothed the sting as he rubbed it gently over her.
“Sugar— what now?” Gianna slurred, the pleasurable haze making it impossible to enunciate her words.
“It’s a hair removal technique, much more fun than plucking you like a hen, I must say,” he laughed as he brought his mouth down to her pussy lips and slurped up the excess honey before it flowed onto the sheets. Once again, he brought his tongue close, just shy of her clit so that she could feel the warmth.
“Stop teasing,” she protested. Anthony’s eyes glittered wickedly as he looked up at her.
“You want something, my wife?” he asked innocently. He slipped a finger all the way into her and stroked the walls of her inner cavern. She cried out, her muscles clenching around him.
“Where do you want to be kissed?” Anthony looked at her breathless face with a guileless expression. She blushed in spite of herself.
“There, just there,” she murmured, bucking her hips to bring her pelvis to his mouth. Just a little closer , she thought hungrily. Just a little more .
“Here?” He shifted his mouth upwards so that it was right next to her clit. She nodded profusely. “Closer, just closer,” she urged him.
“Oh, you mean here.” He cruelly moved away from her sweet spot, laughing as she hissed in frustration.
“Well, be specific, woman!” he mocked her.
Gianna half screamed in frustration as his finger continued to probe inside of her. She could feel the pleasure building but it was just beyond her reach. Oh, dignity be damned, she was so close.
“Kiss my clit, you brute!” she cried out. Anthony grinned wolfishly.
“With pleasure.”
As he closed his mouth around her clit, Gianna moaned, “Oh yes, yes, yes.” She continued her litany of pleasure as he laid a second piece of cloth over her. Nipping and sucking hard at her clit, he tore the cloth off and the intensity sent her over the edge. Tears rolled down her face as her orgasm rocked through her quivering form.
“There’s my girl,” Anthony murmured encouragements as he continued to deforest her pubic area. Gianna pulled hard against the restraints as the agony of pain merged with the agony of pleasure. Each sting as the hair left its follicle was followed up with waves of electrifying joy.
“We’re almost done,” Gianna heard Anthony’s voice dimly through her sexual reverie. “Just one more time.”
His final tug felt especially vicious as it removed the hairs closest to her sensitive outer lips. She screamed in pain and thrashed against the cloth and metal holding her in place.
Anthony rose up and unbuckled his jeans. Tugging them off, his erection sprang
“Steady, pet.” He examined her with a satisfied look. “Now that’s good and even.”
Reaching for a strip of cloth, he laid the soft muslin over a patch of hair. As he rubbed the cloth firmly down, he leaned over and closed his hot mouth over a nipple. She gasped as a frisson of pleasure shot through her.
“You are so sensitive,” he chuckled lustfully. He swirled his tongue teasingly over her hardening tip as he massaged her pelvis. She arched her back in pleasure when all of a sudden, he yanked the piece of cloth upwards, taking a good amount of hair with it.
“Ouch!” she yelped. But before she had a chance to wrap herself around the pain, he sucked hard on her nipple. Gianna found herself lost in a confusing swirl of pain and pleasure.
“The ancient Egyptians call this sugaring,” he murmured around her breast as he poured more honey over her mound. The warmth of the honey soothed the sting as he rubbed it gently over her.
“Sugar— what now?” Gianna slurred, the pleasurable haze making it impossible to enunciate her words.
“It’s a hair removal technique, much more fun than plucking you like a hen, I must say,” he laughed as he brought his mouth down to her pussy lips and slurped up the excess honey before it flowed onto the sheets. Once again, he brought his tongue close, just shy of her clit so that she could feel the warmth.
“Stop teasing,” she protested. Anthony’s eyes glittered wickedly as he looked up at her.
“You want something, my wife?” he asked innocently. He slipped a finger all the way into her and stroked the walls of her inner cavern. She cried out, her muscles clenching around him.
“Where do you want to be kissed?” Anthony looked at her breathless face with a guileless expression. She blushed in spite of herself.
“There, just there,” she murmured, bucking her hips to bring her pelvis to his mouth. Just a little closer , she thought hungrily. Just a little more .
“Here?” He shifted his mouth upwards so that it was right next to her clit. She nodded profusely. “Closer, just closer,” she urged him.
“Oh, you mean here.” He cruelly moved away from her sweet spot, laughing as she hissed in frustration.
“Well, be specific, woman!” he mocked her.
Gianna half screamed in frustration as his finger continued to probe inside of her. She could feel the pleasure building but it was just beyond her reach. Oh, dignity be damned, she was so close.
“Kiss my clit, you brute!” she cried out. Anthony grinned wolfishly.
“With pleasure.”
As he closed his mouth around her clit, Gianna moaned, “Oh yes, yes, yes.” She continued her litany of pleasure as he laid a second piece of cloth over her. Nipping and sucking hard at her clit, he tore the cloth off and the intensity sent her over the edge. Tears rolled down her face as her orgasm rocked through her quivering form.
“There’s my girl,” Anthony murmured encouragements as he continued to deforest her pubic area. Gianna pulled hard against the restraints as the agony of pain merged with the agony of pleasure. Each sting as the hair left its follicle was followed up with waves of electrifying joy.
“We’re almost done,” Gianna heard Anthony’s voice dimly through her sexual reverie. “Just one more time.”
His final tug felt especially vicious as it removed the hairs closest to her sensitive outer lips. She screamed in pain and thrashed against the cloth and metal holding her in place.
Anthony rose up and unbuckled his jeans. Tugging them off, his erection sprang
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