Breast, naked pubis, hardened nipples. Everything is as before - the master looks at the slave, as if his property, enjoys absolute nudity, like a miser overlooking the gold in the chest. You already know that I do not belong to myself, but only to you, and I want to show you my nakedness, exercising your right to it.

All the same power you spread my knees bent. I submit to this indisputable movement. You always loved me to reveal myself completely for you, to the limit, to the crunch. It happens now. My body is again obedient to your will and does not keep a single secret from you.

You bend down and run your tongue along the sensitive petals. This time I can’t hold back a groan, denoting your full power over my desires, as it always happened when your lips and tongue dominated between my legs. Perhaps the only difference is that now you do not know whether the place you caressed with refined rudeness belonged to just your son’s friend. I'm not going to reveal secrets to you, let it remain my secret, because I only smell of lotion and perfume that you once gave me. Decide, my dear, I took a shower after I gave myself to Nikita, or stood under hot streams instead ... But the reaction of the girl's body from your skillful mouth, making out impossible things with me, is not a secret to you. You know perfectly well who is my lord now, who is the master of my thoughts and quiet chest sighs.

I see through the half-lashed eyelashes as you sometimes smugly smugly between caresses. No wonder, your refined actions are repeatedly pulling a grateful moan from me. I am ready, as before, to beg you for indulgence and take in the usual way, submissive and trembling. But I perebarivayu and flirtatiously open the petals with my fingers. Something new, honey? A young lover does not ask to pierce her, but insists on continuing to caress?

Are you embarrassed by this? And I, cursing myself for self-confidence, is unacceptable with such a skilled man as you, ending without a member inside, only with your tongue on sensitive folds and the clitoris. A pierced me orgasm is not as bright as we would like, but it is yours, and I happily bend, moaning and gratefully gripping my fingers into your short hair.

You calmly wait for my sweet convulsions, and then with a smooth and predatory movement you flow forward, hanging over me in your arms. I'm looking at you. And in my view there is no more coquetry, playfulness or a desire to insist on one's own. Only absolute submission to his ruler and the willingness to please you, how you want and how much you want.

I feel something hard and hot poking at me, completely open. You always loved me to direct your penis to myself. Do I, your property, dare to object? My fingers obediently take up the bumpy trunk. For a while I caress myself with my head, rolling my eyes and moaning in anticipation that it will burst into my wet depth, stretching it to the limit. You always liked it - to watch me fly away only from what I drive in your crack with your instrument.

I guess your desire to finally take my girl. I can not afford even for a moment to resist your imperious look and bring your penis into myself. You break in with one blow, almost tearing me in half. But who am I to object? A slave woman, taken by his master, who is able to do whatever he wishes with her. Nothing has changed: I am submissive to your movements, fully opened before you and devotedly look into my eyes, wanting only one thing - to serve all that I have. Although, it is clear that you are only interested in one thing - your own member, squeezed by my tight crack.You strike hard, not caring about my desires and preferences. But didn't I come here for this? To be an obedient doll under you, on you, in front of you - everything that you want! And I'm just made for this ...

I can not stand fast. Too great pleasure from bursting me fat cock, too stunning happiness to belong to you all, without a trace, too great joy to please you with your body. This time the orgasm is so bright that I beat under you, biting my lips so as not to scream - your mistress remembers that, despite the size of the house, they can hear me. And even at the peak of pleasure, I take care of keeping the secret of our sex. I claw my fingers into your back, carefully avoiding scratching it. Even now, losing consideration from the sparks in the eyes and between the legs, your little lover remembers that you are a happily married man, and your wife has no reason to see the traces of another woman's claws.

For a while, we kiss. You are pleased with my orgasm, as if you do not understand that my mission is to be an extension of your body and receive voluptuous pleasure from it. Still shaking from the last echoes, I suck your tongue. How do you love it! You penetrate into me immediately and from above and below, you have me between your legs and in your mouth, and I enjoy the fact that I can surrender like this when you take me right into two holes intended for your satisfaction.

You straighten up, put your palms on my chest, enjoying the humility of your young mistress belonging to you. Then squeeze the nipples hard. Yes, dear, I am still the same slave, patiently carrying everything you prepared for me. And now, just like the day when you appropriated my virginity, I don’t show that it hurts me. Only a tear, just as then, rolls from the corner of the eye. Acute pain in the same way as at that first time, just shows me how free you are to dispose of my body, showing me with male egoism that it is you who are the sovereign over my pain and my pleasure. I can not resist when you bring me pleasure, and I do not dare to protest when you want to give me pain.

Just as I do not protest when you want to change position. I understand this only by the expression of your face, and we, like a single being, turn over without opening the captivating fetters in the lower abdomen. I freeze for a moment, bowing my head and covering my eyes from pleasure. You are so deep when my body has strained you! I am trembling all over, putting my palms in my stomach, and I almost purr with happiness, like a cat that, in passing, was stroked by a beloved master. But you crave to continue, and I start the dance on your penis. You have always loved this show. I know you still like it! Musical movements of girl hips, dancing young breasts, sweeping wave of hair. And flashes of fire from the fireplace, then orange outlining my forms, then almost drowning them in a mysterious shadow. Oh yeah! You really like my sensual dance. I feel this because of the incredible tension inside me. It seems incredible, but your member has become even more, already giving me some discomfort. But you will not know about it! Who am I to even hint to you with the movement of your eyelashes that you are too big for me now? Just a young doll, ready to serve you in all the ways that are available in my body ...

You haven't often indulged me before, by letting out a hot, burning stream inside of me. And now you catch my hands and send one to the pubis, the other to the chest. Do you want me to finish again? Do you want to admire me when I caress myself detachedly, like a virgin in her bedroom? Your unvoiced desire is the law for me.

I throw my hair back. Now you, as always, will easily read the whole range of girlish experiences on my face. Then I touch the pubis and touch the sensitive corner of the lower jaws. The fingers of the other hand roll the nipple, still aching painfully after your demonstration of power over my body. (Erotic stories) I bend, moan, as if forgetting about you. Maybe you understand that this is more a game, because how can you forget about your penis, incredibly ... Read more →