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Darla

Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: spice16, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

until he could feel her, warm, wet, soft cunt brushing against him. She reached down to hold his cock against her and began moving her hips slowly, rocking back and forth. He pushed up against her, moving in rhythm, hoping that soon, she would slide him inside her, pulling against the ties on his arms as he kept pace with her motions. As his breathing began coming in ragged gasps, she realized how very aroused he was, and stopped her motion. "No, Michael, not yet. I'm not ready yet. Wait for me." She sat back a little bit, settling down against his thighs, and began to caress her breasts with both hands. Her fingers made rapid circles on the lightly oiled skin, moving inwards to the nipples, pulling them out, rolling them between her fingers, releasing them, circling outwards again. Soon, one hand moved down her stomach, circling, brushing through her short, curly pubic hair, sliding in between her lips. In the darkened room, tied on the bed as he was, Michael could not really see her hand, but he could tell by the motion of her body that she was moving it faster, sliding it down between the lips, caressing herself as far back as she could reach. She moaned softly and brought the hand forward again, teasing herself, circling, never quite touching the center of her desire. He watched as her hands moved in rhythm, one up, one down, and she began to rock back and forth, panting, making small soft sounds of desire. Suddenly, she wrapped both arms around herself. "Michael, are ... you ready?" "Yes," he whispered. "Yes," she echoed, and moved forward a bit. She reached to caress his cock with both hands, feeling how wet it was, sliding her fingers over it to spread the lubrication around, the wetness from her hands adding to his. And then she rose on her knees, moved forward, holding him with both hands, and slowly, slowly, brought him into position and settled down against him just a bit. He slid inside her, just a little, the slick warm skin sliding easily. They both gasped as he slid inside. She kept her hands in place as she settled farther down, slowly, slowly allowing him to slide farther inside. He pushed up against her, but she was tight with desire and he could not make himself slide in any faster. Deeper and deeper, until finally, he was all the way inside her. She stopped for a moment, and he could feel her muscles tighten against him still more. And then she began to move. Slowly at first, she began to rock her hips, sitting up but leaning slightly forward, rising up so that he slid almost all the way out, sliding him back within her again. The lubrication increased and they moved faster against each other. Her hands went back to her breasts, pulling the nipples out in rhythm with her hips. Faster and faster she rocked, up and down, back and forth, her hands in constant motion. She seemed to want to draw him deeper and deeper inside her. And then her breathing changed... the rhythm changed... he could feel the ripples inside her as her climax ...