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The Coldest Night of the Year Ch. 01
Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster
to come here." She sounded serious, so I rushed to her. "Not so close," she said, holding out her arm. She stood there smiling, almost leering at me. Now that I was closer, I could smell alcohol on her. "I've been thinking about you," she said, and took a step toward me. I reached out for her, but she took my arms by the wrists. "Not yet. Put your hands behind your back." I complied. It had already been weeks since we'd fucked. I was hard and eager, but I wasn't going to mess up whatever she had in mind. "Good," she said. She put a finger to my lips, and said, "Sssh. No talking. Keep your hands behind your back, and lick the sweat from my neck. No lips or teeth: just your tongue. Take your time and do a good job. I've been thinking about your tongue all day." She offered me her neck, put her hand behind my head and guided my face. I ran my tongue from her collar bone to just behind her ear. I hesitated for a moment, and then she turned her face to offer me the other side of her neck. I could feel her throat vibrate as she moaned softly. She slid her hand up my trousers and grabbed my hard cock firmly. When I reached her other ear, I moved to kiss her. She removed her hand from behind my head, put it on my mouth and turned her face, denying me a kiss. Now I was the one moaning. Clara squeezed my hard cock tighter. "I know it's been a couple of weeks since I let you fuck me, but it wasn't your cock I was thinking of." She ... released my erection and I immediately missed her firm grip. She paused, and looked at me. I was a wreck at this point. I needed badly to fuck her, but she was insisting on playing this goddamned game with me. "Not tonight," she said, having clearly interpreted the look of frustration and puzzlement on my face. "I don't want your cock in me right now." She paused. Right now? It had been weeks, and it didn't seem like I was going to fuck her anytime soon. I'm sure I looked defeated. She smiled. "But, like I said, I've been thinking about your tongue all day." I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. She stroked my face and smiled. "I've missed your tongue so much. I don't want your cock, but do very much want you to go down on me. If that appeals to you." I paused before answering the implied question. To be honest, at that moment, I would have happily tongue-fucked her. I loved eating her pussy, and she knew it. But I feared that if I couldn't actually fuck her, it might be unbearable. "Make up you mind. If you don't want to lick my cunt, just say so. I'll go to bed and take care of myself." She seemed genuinely confused and exasperated at my hesitation. "Sorry. Of course, I'll go down on you. But..." I wasn't sure what I was going to say next. "You're in no position to negotiate." She was right about that. She'd made up her mind long before she'd gotten home. I was caught completely off guard and a little stupid from the ...