Strapped in a seated position on their Black Label Esse Lounger was Ryan, wearing nothing but a blindfold and a pair of her panties. Though the straps were surprisingly tight for being self-secured, his right arm was a little too loose for her liking.
Rosie hadn’t always embraced her squirting. Even the word made her uncomfortable. She’d much rather say flooding, gushing, overflowing, or something that didn’t sound quite so…porny.
She grabs the cuffs, slightly slides my legs apart, drops down to her knees and starts placing one around my ankle. I can feel the smooth leather slowly tighten around my leg. Her fingers slowly drift across the top of my foot as she moves to the other.
I was counting on my new queen-sized surprise–the new Black Label Prelude Sex Bench, to set the mood. Tonight, we would be enemy spies and I would get the drop on her.
Alexander walks into the bedroom. Lily is laying on her Esse Chaise. The room is dimly lit. Alexander drops the clothes and walks towards her. Lily holds out her hand and pulls him toward her.
“Since you’re not willing to give me the extra present you bought, I’ve no choice but to interrogate you to see if I can get the information out of you” he said with a smile.
“You can try but you’re not going to be successful.”
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I can feel my pussy pulsing with a combination of the vibrations and some of your words, sir. I feel like I'm owned, and that makes me wet. What would you like me to do next, sir?
I felt hypnotized by her deep blue eyes and full red lips. She was totally nude, her tits full accompanied by large pretty pink areolas. She was about the same cup size as me, 36D. She knew I was looking at them.
I knelt over him and started licking his balls and tickling his perineum, but he said, "I don't want your fingers, I want your mouth. All of it." So I took his cock deep into my mouth and started rhythmic, full-length strokes, just as he had done for me.
He could feel his prostate swell, like a small rose bursting into bloom. There was an ache inside of him, not just his ass, not just the tight layer of muscles around his hole, but deeper. That place where the god’s words flutter and fill with a burning thirst, a need.
The idea came from listening to her students after class one evening. “Our instructor would probably be good at the Kama Sutra the way she bends!” At first, Kara was a bit shocked. The more she thought about it, however, the more the idea intrigued her curiosities.
