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Silly Ole Bear
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- Jul 24, 2000
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To drive her wild. It took a few minutes of teasing, and she was under him, panting, breathing, needing everything. And she had been the one teasing him all this time. She just needed a gentle reminder of what it was like.
Surely, he could help her with that.
He grabbed at her legs, both of them, spreading her open for him, parting her legs. He felt her wanting to do it herself, but he stopped her. No, he would do all of this by himself. He wanted to control everything.
Control, how weird. How wonderfully odd. He liked the idea. He'd never done it before, never had the idea that control could be so wonderful, so thrilling in the bedroom.
Here he was though, over her, controlling her, forcing her legs apart, up in the air so he could touch her.
He bent down between her legs, his hot breath coming between her luscious thighs. Lips trembling as they kissed, marking a trail all the way down.
"Don't move," He said, his voice commanding, authoritative, his hands on her legs, gripping just hard enough for her to feel it. It was a command, not a question or a suggestion, but something he expected her to obey.
He dipped his tongue out upon her waiting sex. To feel it, already dripping wet. The heat inside as his tongue slipped passed her supple pussy lips. He looked up at her, his eyes large, deep set, piercing into her own.
His lips found her clit. Succulent, sensitive, he began to tease it, lightly touch it, flick it softly against his tongue.
Surely, he could help her with that.
He grabbed at her legs, both of them, spreading her open for him, parting her legs. He felt her wanting to do it herself, but he stopped her. No, he would do all of this by himself. He wanted to control everything.
Control, how weird. How wonderfully odd. He liked the idea. He'd never done it before, never had the idea that control could be so wonderful, so thrilling in the bedroom.
Here he was though, over her, controlling her, forcing her legs apart, up in the air so he could touch her.
He bent down between her legs, his hot breath coming between her luscious thighs. Lips trembling as they kissed, marking a trail all the way down.
"Don't move," He said, his voice commanding, authoritative, his hands on her legs, gripping just hard enough for her to feel it. It was a command, not a question or a suggestion, but something he expected her to obey.
He dipped his tongue out upon her waiting sex. To feel it, already dripping wet. The heat inside as his tongue slipped passed her supple pussy lips. He looked up at her, his eyes large, deep set, piercing into her own.
His lips found her clit. Succulent, sensitive, he began to tease it, lightly touch it, flick it softly against his tongue.