already completely calm

After a while, Oksana was distracted by the remote control, pressed something, and the vibrator beneath me started working faster. I leaned back with a groan and my head was on Oksana's chest. She leaned over again and we began to kiss. The bum was burning from the inside, and the vibration was already given in the whole body. I have never been able to finish like this without touching a member, but I felt that I would fix it right away, unless Oksana turned off ...

Oksana turned it off. Anal orgasm slipped away again.

- Alive ... in ... bed! - she said confusedly, hastily unbuttoning the handcuffs. Only now I realized how excited she was. - Do not take out the vibrator! - she blurted out before I could formulate the question. I was delighted with the thought that now finally fuck her.

⚤

Well, not quite. At least, Oksana is doing everything so that it can not be called that. Even if she is from the bottom, she has the means for this: a collar with a leash or cowboy boots with spurs, with which she drives me, reminding me who is in charge here. But this is rare - usually Oksana wants to be a rider in a more obvious sense.

My arms and legs were tied with leather loops to the bed posts. Warmed up utterly, Oksana tightened them so much that I could barely move, and then, not concealing my impatience at all, I sat down on my dick and jumped.

For a while, we both just enjoyed it. My cock went back and forth inside her, her ass (which I hadn’t even had a chance to touch for all of today) slammed my balls, and her hair jumped on her shoulders in time with dark pink hard nipples. Her hands rested against my chest, her fingers slowly squeezed and unclenched.

For several such heavenly minutes, I finally forgot that there is a vibrator in me. But Oksana did not forget. Having satisfied the first hunger and returning to her movements her usual slow pace, she reached for the bedside table at the familiar console. I was vibrated again. I groan and roll my eyes.

- Hey! - Oksana's hand fell on my throat and my fingers clenched slightly. - Well, look at my boobs!

I obeyed. My lustful eyes and the vibration transmitted to her brought her even stronger than at first, so the jump accelerated. Oksana was breathing intermittently, her nails were already slightly digging into my skin. It seemed to me that the toy works even faster than when I was sitting on it.

- Did you turn it on to a faster mode? - I asked.

“If you talk ... I'll stick it in your mouth ... your panties ...” Oksana declined to answer.

- You will not thrust! - I answered confidently. I knew that she would not want to get off my dick even for a second. Oksana laughed bitterly and, gently running three fingers over my lips, put them in my mouth. I immediately began to suck them. One way or another, Oksana got her way: I became silent.

Another couple of minutes passed, during which I tried to adjust the movements of my lips to the rhythm set by Oksana's movement - and ignore the frantic pace of the vibrator - and then she took her fingers out of my mouth. I thought she wanted to ask me something. Her smile was very crafty. After a moment, I understood why.

Oksana, without stopping jumping on my penis, squeezed me tightly with her knees and began to tickle my sides and armpits.

- AAAAA! CLICK! AHAHAHA STOP! AAAA!

I screamed, laughed and twitched furiously. The jump turned into a rodeo. This was what interested Oksana most of all: the loops did not allow me to dodge the tickling, and my convulsions increased her pleasure. I had tears in my eyes. Oksana stopped tickling me, but as soon as I took a deep breath, having decided that everything was over, she began again. I again huddled under it, with every attack of laughter penetrating into it deeper and deeper ...

We finished at the same time.Oksana screamed, closing her eyes, her fingers stopped tickling me and squeezed, like her flesh around my penis. I was shaken by contractions - her orgasm outside and mine from the inside. Not only my penis was reduced, as usual, but everything, from the ass to the abdominal muscles. My fingers, and not only on my hands, were also convulsively compressed, meaninglessly grabbing air.

Finally the orgasm is over. Oksana miraculously reached for the remote and carefully turned off the vibrator already beginning to interfere, and then, without dismounting from me, fell on my chest.

- I love you! - we said in chorus, and, as if confirming our words, buckled with a buckle, slipping from the back of the bed loosened by us, the belt Oksana whipped me.