1. The Meeting


    Date: 7/10/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: amabarrettsub, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the sight and texture of your handiwork, eliciting gasps and shivers from me with each caress. I closed my eyes when your hands drifted upward, fingers of one hand resting lightly at my throat, the other sliding down the valley between my breasts and up again. I knew you were feeling my heartbeat against your stationary hand; your fingers flexed slightly, tempted by the pulse of life. You settled there for a few minutes, savoring each beat as it quickened, the way I shivered against you. I shifted and squirmed, wanting more. I heard you chuckle and opened my eyes, seeing your amused expression above me. With a quick squeeze your removed your hand from my throat, changing your position. You leaned close, lips hovering above mine; I waited breathlessly, but with a small smile your head dipped down. Your lips grazed the hollow at the base of my throat and I gasped; the sensation sent goosebumps erupting across my skin. You continued, small kisses fluttering across my chest, down my stomach, up each side. I couldn’t hold still, needing more from you, longing to feel your skin under my hands. You paused to push the robe open before continuing, mouth moving across my abdomen while your hands stroked my sides, delicately. It was almost ticklish and I giggled a bit, feeling your lips curve into a smile against the sensitive skin of hip. Your hands descended lower, stroking the outside of each thigh, down my calves, up again. Your lips left trails of kisses down my abdomen while I ...
    squirmed; sensations were rioting through me from everywhere your mouth touched. I felt feverish and fidgety, unable to lie still despite my efforts. Your hands gently caressed down the inside of my thighs, moving to the small space at the back of my knees. I gasped, arching up as a spike of pleasure shot through me. You stroked the same areas again, adding pressure, watching me arch and moan and writhe. It was clear that you hadn’t expected this and were delighting in the unanticipated find. I remember you spent some time massaging the space behind my knees; one at a time, simultaneously, one and then the other…watching each twist and groan, feeling my muscles tense each time. Chuckling at the sound of frustrated arousal from me, you gave up your game. Kneeling at the edge of the bed you gently pushed my legs open, hands firm on my inner thighs. I bit my lip, anxious and aroused and thoroughly anticipating your next touch; I was almost aching with the need to be touched there. I tensed when your mouth descended, your tongue sliding along my folds, careful to avoid the area I needed it most. My moaning increased in octave as I begged wordlessly. It flicked across my clit and I bucked, pleasure searing through me; you moved your hands to hold my hips stationary as your tongue darted inside me. You took your time, delighting in my torment, the sadist in you feeding on every whimper and groan. Of course this was how you liked me best, gradually descending into madness as I longed ...
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