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Einar Njord savored the vision of his naked little Irish concubine blindfolded and bound spread-eagled to his banquet table. What a delicious little morsel she was. He had seen how aroused young Dúnlaith become from the sensual caress and the fiery seductive kiss of the lash. He knew that every fiber of her gorgeous young body was alive and hyper sensitive because of her arousal. Oh yes there was no denying that the stunning young Irish beauty was aroused or that she had cum to that sensual caress and those seductive sting kisses of his silken cord or that Dúnlaith’s gorgeous young body was still aroused as the sweet intoxicating musky scent of that arousal hung heavy on the air, and glistened on her soft lily white inner thighs.
The rough leather of his gloved hand toyed with the bound redhead’s sensitive nipples, each time the coarse leather caressed those little pale pink buds they stiffened more and more to his touch unit they were hard as pebbles on the beach and now capped Dúnlaith’s puffy dusky areolas. That gloved hand caressed and teased the girl’s bound young body until she trembled of the edge of that dark abyss merely from the coarse nature of the leathery caresses. Yet Einar denied Dúnlaith the sexual relief that she now so desperately desired.
He stepped back and looked about him and spied the rough woolen cape a servant. The material was coarser that the leather glove and wicked smile bowed his lips. Again Eniar caressed and excited the bound beauty’s body until she was whimper and begging for sexual release and yet he still denied his little concubine. Each time that he intimately caressed Dúnlaith’s magnificent young body the material he used had become coarser and coarser. She was sobbing, begging and pleading for that dark pleasure when Einar bent close to Dúnlaith ear and softly whisper, “Cum for me my sweet little lamb!”
He wondered would the young Irish beauty cum from just those devilishly seductive and tempting caresses.
The rough leather of his gloved hand toyed with the bound redhead’s sensitive nipples, each time the coarse leather caressed those little pale pink buds they stiffened more and more to his touch unit they were hard as pebbles on the beach and now capped Dúnlaith’s puffy dusky areolas. That gloved hand caressed and teased the girl’s bound young body until she trembled of the edge of that dark abyss merely from the coarse nature of the leathery caresses. Yet Einar denied Dúnlaith the sexual relief that she now so desperately desired.
He stepped back and looked about him and spied the rough woolen cape a servant. The material was coarser that the leather glove and wicked smile bowed his lips. Again Eniar caressed and excited the bound beauty’s body until she was whimper and begging for sexual release and yet he still denied his little concubine. Each time that he intimately caressed Dúnlaith’s magnificent young body the material he used had become coarser and coarser. She was sobbing, begging and pleading for that dark pleasure when Einar bent close to Dúnlaith ear and softly whisper, “Cum for me my sweet little lamb!”
He wondered would the young Irish beauty cum from just those devilishly seductive and tempting caresses.