1. 45 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt3


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    at my aroused clit, I began to flood as his tongue tip touched my skin for that very first time. God this man, I should be trying to lose him, this blackmailing bastard that is such a threat, my marriage may be at risk, if Jack found out and left my whole life could change, my financial support would be gone, I could be penniless and on the streets, my life of luxury over, my world in ruins. But I just can`t refuse this friendly giant, my body is screaming for his touch, his tongue, his hand, even his whip if he so wishes, my whole being is desperate to have him use me in any way he wants. He hasn’t used his tool on me yet I haven’t felt that hidden rod in my body and I have still had better climaxes than Jack could ever dream of giving me. He was my life and my soul. I began to climax, another huge waterfall of joy, unstoppable, deep, satisfying, with no real ending, climax after climax that tongue unstoppable lashing my clit to greater heights with each fantastic wave crest, it had taken well under ten minutes and I was putty in his hands, a jelly a spineless collapsing noisy jelly, held up by the single nail driven into our pergola. Thank the lord we live up a remote lane, as we would have been having a visit from the police if we were in earshot of anyone else. He kept up the assault for an age, my head swam, my eyes fixed on that single huge nail, my wrists red from the handcuffs, my hands clawing at the air unable to cope with the sexual high that overtook me then ...
    receded in wonderful waves, I began to lose consciousness again, nothing mattered, Jack, Steve, the ladies guild, money, marriage, the house, my lovely home nothing mattered save that wondrous climax, that feeling. He stood and kissed me on the lips, his tent rubbing against my crutch, I needed him deep into my body, no gagged moans he didn’t understand today, a voice I did not recognise as mine asked him to “take me, take me now” He began to smile, dropping his slacks loose, his tool stiff, not huge, but rampant, springing like some tiny diving board projecting from some high cliff, sexual tension flickered in the air as he swung my body to him, his tool slipping into me like some perfect electrical connection, plugging into my very soul, the power of the activity pulsing into my body, I knew I was near yet again. My wrists ached, I knew there would be marks, I neither cared nor commented, I was lost in the moment, the pain part of this whole wonderful process, as I felt my belly fill with his boiling seed, I was carried over the top yet again. I hung by my sore wrists, my legs rubber, as I came down from the high, I thanked the lord above for the pill or I would have been carrying a giant c***d this night, tenderly he lifted me from the nail, laying me on the garden seat. Off came my cuffs, from his bag he took a wind chime, on the nail it went he had thought of everything. We sat watching the fish; lost in that ‘after the wonderful event’ joy, he hugged me, gently kissed me, ...
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