A member was already tearing her jeans, when I noticed a thin, barely noticeable light strip on her shoulder, she went further, on her back. A little confused, walked around and stopped, looking at the thin strips of scars that wore wonderful velvety skin. Ugly, violating the beauty, destroying the pristine splendor of the female body, white stripes healed tissue. Already smoothed, with blurred contours, it clearly reduces them, but the process is not yet complete. I stretched out my hand and touched one of them, the longest and widest, with a pad of my finger, from beginning to end, causing Svetlana to tremble.

- Where are these scars? - Continuously looking at her back and running my finger along each whitish stripe, I asked remotely.

- My dad ... He was strict. - She did not answer immediately, her voice faltered.

- He was lucky that he died. - With pent-up anger, I muttered under my breath. Maybe for Svetlana it sounded encouraging, but I understood perfectly that my anger was caused not by the cruelty of my grandfather, but by the fact that someone except me dared to touch this woman. Being a terrible owner, I already consider Svetlana to be my own, and no one except me dares to hurt her, no one dares to touch her, I, only I have the right to do so. Remembering the promise I made to myself, I inhaled and, letting go of my anger, stepped forward and embraced Svetlana with both hands on my waist, pressed her disfigured stripes of scars back to my chest, my cock through her jeans rested against her ass. My palms stroked her stomach, gently and measuredly, so they rise and fall on her chest, squeeze slightly, only indicate presence, mark the territory, show that there are no more zones inaccessible to me on her body.

I take my nipples more perceptibly, squeezing with my fingers and twirling slightly, but not sharply, smoothly, playing and watching the reaction. Despite the decision, she is still constrained, not surprising and quite expected. I put my chin on her shoulder, breathing in my ear, she feels that my breath, unlike hers, is even and measured. Hands are lowered along the body, she does not think to resist, allowing me to study her body, play with nipples, causing the heart to beat more often. And I feel it, she is tightly pressed to me, I feel every beat of her heart clearly and distinctly. A very pleasant moment, when you realize that the woman is already yours, will not go anywhere, and you can take your time, stretching pleasant moments. My fingers tightened, Svetlana stiffened, slightly arched her back, trying to move her breasts closer to my hands, pulling down her nipples, already swollen and hardened by the manipulations I performed. He squeezed a little more, unscrewed a little further, and finally heard a moan. Silent, sensual, he was like music to my ears, a member whined, threatening to end without my own help. Having kept him from arbitrariness, he released Svetlana's nipples, began to unbutton his belt. I have a good, narrow, genuine leather belt, I took it out of the buttonholes on my jeans and, having formed the first loop, I started one woman’s hand behind my back. She opened her eyes, tried to turn around, but, taking the back of my head, I turned her head back, silently pointing to look ahead, she had no choice but to obey.

Running her wrist in the loop, pulled the end, tightening and checking that it was not very tight, but also so that the narrow wrist did not slip out. The turn of the second wrist came, Svetlana put her hand behind her back, but I felt, as with every second, she was losing with such difficulty the acquired semblance of calm.When the second wrist was in the loop, I tightened it, and began to carry out the rest of the belt in several layers along this eight, so that the end would not dangle in the air. My belt is long, Svetlana's wrists are elegant and aristocratic, it turned out to be three layers that looked both impressive and elegant at the same time. I learned this trick not so long ago as I sensed that it would be useful. Svetlana moved her fingers, tried to move her hand, but the belt did not let her do this, firmly fixing her hands behind her back.

- Igor ... It is not necessary, I am not going to at all ... - She began to speak, with anxiety in her voice, but I raised my palm and covered her lips.

- I know that I did not intend to, but I hope you remember that you should not object. - I reminded her in her ear, she slowly nodded, removed her hand, walked around and looked from her face.

Yes, now a completely different look, much more exciting and disturbing. No, it used to be very beautiful and seductive, but now it is completely perfect, especially this confusion and slight anxiety on the face. Having admired, I took off my jeans with my underpants, Svetlana’s glance immediately slid down, stopped at my not very small cock, she swallowed convulsively and tried to look higher. I stood in front of her and looked at it too, it was tempting to just lean and fuck like yesterday, but if you decided to be more serious, you should keep the promise. My palm lay on her shoulder, pressed a little, indicating intent, Svetlana understood everything and knelt a little awkwardly, sat on her heels, now she was forced to look at my penis, proudly swaying right in front of her nose.

- Sveta. - I called her, the woman obediently raised her face, looking up at me, I liked this picture very much. I took the penis in my hand, pulled it a few times, put my second hand on the back of Svetlana’s head, digging my fingers deeper into my hair, so that if necessary I could easily pin them in my fist. She understood perfectly what was required of her, opened her mouth herself, wrapped her head in her lips uncertainly, as if wondering if she was worth it. But she didn’t decide anything, I pressed on the back of my head, prompting me to move on, and her lips slid forward along the trunk. It was fascinating, I watched as my cock plunged into her mouth and disappears there, surrounded by heat and moisture. Svetlana did not resist, my hand only gave her to understand exactly how to move at the moment. Once again, more than half entered and rested its head on a slippery barrier, Svetlana stiffened and tried to pull away, but I was vigilant and did not allow, made me stop and stand still with a member in my mouth. She is now afraid that I will go further, make her take with her throat, but she obviously does not know how, she will learn anything, now for sure. I didn’t grab everything at once from the first time, took her mouth back, and again planted up to the permissible limit, enjoying more from the very kind of sucking Svetlana, from how her cheeks were drawn when the penis came out, from awareness of weakness and helplessness in eyes, rather than sensations blowjob.

- Light, look at me. - I called, when I realized that she dropped her eyes and closed her eyelids. Svetlana looked into my eyes again, there was shame and shame in them, she was just unbearable to look into my eyes with a dick in her mouth, but, I no longer gave me the right to choose.

“Good girl.” - I smiled at her, it cheered her up a little, or it seems to me ... I just reveled in an unhurried, skillful blow job. Realizing that I was not going to tear her hard in the throat, Svetlana tried to thank me for such kindness, and began to work actively with her lips and tongue. A smart woman, understands everything, but she doesn’t understand everything, she realizes that I can get pleasure by causing a lot of pain to her, but I don’t do it, she starts to really try and not just serve the punishment. may come out sense.

She sucked diligently, becoming more and more carried away, the dick in her mouth gradually became more familiar and more natural, streaky drops of saliva flowed over her chin, fell on her chest with thin threads, spread on the skin and glistened in the light of the setting sun, the rays of which fell directly on her through the balcony door . She forgot herself a couple of times, tried to wipe away the raindrops, and each time she could not move her hands tied. I watched her ... Read more →