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By the Reins
She sat on the leather couch perpendicular to mine. Her fidgeting fingers, grazed along the accentuated small ridges of wrinkles. I stared at her and wondered, ‘what you are expecting?’ Her outfit: Mere black leggings and a tank top variation of sorts that brazenly drew attention to a line of cleavage, where I struggled not leer. It could have been my imagination, but she seemed to have noticed as she looked down play with the front. Drawing it down and then press your breasts together from the sides, she then looks at me and I exhaled…’I guess I hadn’t been breathing’… I begin to squirm around, trying to conceal my growing erection. She smiled as her graze switched to my crouch. It’s then I decided not try and conceal it, and let it bulge. I watched as her chest heave in the sight of it grown. Looking back up to me, staring to my eyes, she bit her bottom lip. I pondered if I should say anything, or let the current flow of body movements continue? As it was, I didn’t get to decide.
She stood and crept towards me, slid herself to my shoulder, and ran her smooth hand along my chest. I slunk my arm behind her, gently skimming her arm with my knuckles. Her other hand slides along the waist of my pants, her cold finger brushed against my skin as she reached underneath to undo the first button. I stared into her eyes and hers into mine, as we both listened to the unmistakable zipping. Her fingers then curled around the briefs and dragged them down to reveal my erect cock resting on my stomach. I saw as she gawked down at it, a broad smile beaming from her face. Softly, she brushed her cool fingers along the length of my shaft and back down. All the while, I leered at her cleavage that hung out towards me, inviting me to be entertained. I rest my hand on low on her belly, with the lower two fingers slipped under her tank top.
I switch back to her face, seemingly absorbed to what rested at your fingers. She was actually quite beautiful…her subtle dimples, slightly more engraved in her smile and her eyes, glistened more so now, than before. Her lips, like delicate canvas were stained a crimson red. With my arms wrapped around her, I quickly raised my fingers through the seams of her hair.
I held her body towards me. brought her face to mine, and to her potential surprise, I hold her lips to mine…I feel the tension, race through your body as her fingers curl and clench firmly on my solid cock. Such is these things, one action leads to a chain of reactions. My hand floated up your top and made a firm push against her breast. She then lessened her grip and start stroking the length of my shaft. I made a soft squeeze of her breast and began to kiss at the side of her neck.
In amidst the snuggling against her neck, I shift my fingers through the back of her hair. I whisper into her ear, “You’re a good little whore aren’t you”
…She whispered back in hush tone. “Yes I am.”
“Then show me.” I locked the strands in a tight clasp. I then thrusted her head towards my cock and obeying she opened her mouth wide. I felt herr warm wet mouth, slobber over my cock. My hands, still tied in your hair, pulled and pushed her to my rein. I hear her gargle, so I let her out for little bit. I pulled her up, and she stared at me. Frothy droll, lacing down the side of her lips. She smiled, licked it up and swallowed…She hadn’t finished yet. I shoved her head back to place and thrusted at the reins again, pounding my hips up. I heard her gargle more, but I know the reason why this time. The warm flow exerting from me. I pull your head off from me and shoot a last load to mouth. You just sat there panting, so I slapped you and told you to clean up. However, I was surprised to notice your cleverness when you knew what to clean. You proceeded to race your tongue along my cock, sucking it dry. Seeming to agree with your statement, of “being a good little whore” …
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