bustybabe12315
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His Girlfriend
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My hands on your thighs pushing them gently apart as I bob up and down, impaling myself on your cock. I slide off it with and audible pop as my lips come off. My hand moves onto the shaft, slowly jacking you as I nuzzle under you, taking your tender sack into my mouth, letting your nut bathe in my warm pool of saliva before gently clamping my lips to form a tight seal as I suck and gently stretch it downward, my hand continuing to spread my spit over your shaft. My warm, wet mouth engulfing the head of your cock. My mouth gently slurping to pull my pooling saliva back in my mouth, a soft “hmm” emanating from my mouth due to your teasing hands caressing my chest; it causes my tongue and lips to vibrate on the tender underside of your shaft. Cooing as I work to please your sensitive member. Your big dick filling my mouth; my tongue dancing with it and swirling around it, tasting its essence. My mouth moving up and down the shaft till my lips reach the very base, you filling all of my mouth and the tip penetrating my throat. Your hips thrusting, cock probing in and out, cutting my ability to breath as it pokes to its deepest depths. Your hands hold me down deep on your throbbing cock; gagging, struggling for breath I continue to suck. You become merciless; holding me down as my world starts to blacken. At the last moment your pressure lessens and I come back up for a gasp of breath, mere moments later I feel the thrust of your hips, your hands gripping my hair and forcing me deep on you again. Your laugher booming, filling the room with your zealousness at having complete control over me. Saliva spills from my mouth at your thrusts fill my throat with your hard cock. My spit drips down, coating your shaft and dripping across your balls. You hold me down tight to your crotch, your dick filling my mouth and airway. I panic, tears filling my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as my tongue works to satisfy your growing desire.
Hearing her at the door, you look up…
She gasps, drops her packages, her eyes narrow, cold and glaring at me. Silence for a moment, then the click click click of her heels as show moves swiftly and elegantly across the floor until she is directly behind me, grasping my hair. I heard her walking, approaching me, but my lips never left your cock, fearing the punishment if they did. Grasping at me she pulls my lips from you, tilting my head back until I’m looking up into here steely blue eyes and she says…
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, that's my fiancé."
I shiver from her touch, her cold steely blue eyes peering right through me. She is dressed very prim and proper, playing the part of a real lady. A long flowing skirt covers her legs, a blouse, very plain with no frills her top. He has her hair up in an elegant due. Her expression is very dark and ominous.
She places her hand tenderly on your cheek and then runs it through your hair, watching the expression of your eyes and asks, “Does this little whore suck you good? Does she beg for your cum like a good little slut?”
Your eyes stare back at her, a flicker of outrage that she would talk to you like this. I know, I can see it, my eyes glued to your face, looking up as your cock fills my mouth. Your lips quiver, is that outrage or fear I wonder. For the first time since I’ve met you I wonder if you a really are as dominate as you seem, or if she is the one who wears the pants around here. My mouth travels up and down your shaft, my thick lips leaving a glistening trail of spit. Should I stop?
Her hand rears back and slaps your firmly across the face. "After all I've done for you, all our time together... I come home to this, ...., this little slut. Tsk. Tsk." Her hand now pushes you back into the chair, it's clear that she is the one giving orders now. She looks straight at me, grasps my hair again, and says, "off now." in a strong, elegant voice.
Pulling me by the roots of my hair, I shiver and scurry on my hands and knees behind her, my scalp quickly aching with pain and her showing it no mind. I scurry until my hands and knees are bumping against the cold tile of the kitchen floor. My mind wondering, where the heck is this lady leading me?
As we get to the edge of the kitchen she gives a look back over her shoulder at you as if to say “watch this” but I’m too scared to even notice. Noticing me trembling with fear, she says “now now, dear, it will be all right. Do you need something to drink?” I slowly nod my head, not knowing how else to respond. She turns around and grabs a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator; just like her it looks expensive. I all of a sudden realize I’m still on the floor and am not sure why, I wonder if I should stand up? She then reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out a wine glass and a plastic bowl.
She pours some of the wine into the glass, takes a sip, and sets it daintily on the counter. She then takes the bowl and grabs a marker and scribes something on the side. She pours just a bit of wine into the bowl and then spits in it and sets it on the floor in front of me. Looking down at me she says “drink up.”
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My hands on your thighs pushing them gently apart as I bob up and down, impaling myself on your cock. I slide off it with and audible pop as my lips come off. My hand moves onto the shaft, slowly jacking you as I nuzzle under you, taking your tender sack into my mouth, letting your nut bathe in my warm pool of saliva before gently clamping my lips to form a tight seal as I suck and gently stretch it downward, my hand continuing to spread my spit over your shaft. My warm, wet mouth engulfing the head of your cock. My mouth gently slurping to pull my pooling saliva back in my mouth, a soft “hmm” emanating from my mouth due to your teasing hands caressing my chest; it causes my tongue and lips to vibrate on the tender underside of your shaft. Cooing as I work to please your sensitive member. Your big dick filling my mouth; my tongue dancing with it and swirling around it, tasting its essence. My mouth moving up and down the shaft till my lips reach the very base, you filling all of my mouth and the tip penetrating my throat. Your hips thrusting, cock probing in and out, cutting my ability to breath as it pokes to its deepest depths. Your hands hold me down deep on your throbbing cock; gagging, struggling for breath I continue to suck. You become merciless; holding me down as my world starts to blacken. At the last moment your pressure lessens and I come back up for a gasp of breath, mere moments later I feel the thrust of your hips, your hands gripping my hair and forcing me deep on you again. Your laugher booming, filling the room with your zealousness at having complete control over me. Saliva spills from my mouth at your thrusts fill my throat with your hard cock. My spit drips down, coating your shaft and dripping across your balls. You hold me down tight to your crotch, your dick filling my mouth and airway. I panic, tears filling my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as my tongue works to satisfy your growing desire.
Hearing her at the door, you look up…
She gasps, drops her packages, her eyes narrow, cold and glaring at me. Silence for a moment, then the click click click of her heels as show moves swiftly and elegantly across the floor until she is directly behind me, grasping my hair. I heard her walking, approaching me, but my lips never left your cock, fearing the punishment if they did. Grasping at me she pulls my lips from you, tilting my head back until I’m looking up into here steely blue eyes and she says…
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, that's my fiancé."
I shiver from her touch, her cold steely blue eyes peering right through me. She is dressed very prim and proper, playing the part of a real lady. A long flowing skirt covers her legs, a blouse, very plain with no frills her top. He has her hair up in an elegant due. Her expression is very dark and ominous.
She places her hand tenderly on your cheek and then runs it through your hair, watching the expression of your eyes and asks, “Does this little whore suck you good? Does she beg for your cum like a good little slut?”
Your eyes stare back at her, a flicker of outrage that she would talk to you like this. I know, I can see it, my eyes glued to your face, looking up as your cock fills my mouth. Your lips quiver, is that outrage or fear I wonder. For the first time since I’ve met you I wonder if you a really are as dominate as you seem, or if she is the one who wears the pants around here. My mouth travels up and down your shaft, my thick lips leaving a glistening trail of spit. Should I stop?
Her hand rears back and slaps your firmly across the face. "After all I've done for you, all our time together... I come home to this, ...., this little slut. Tsk. Tsk." Her hand now pushes you back into the chair, it's clear that she is the one giving orders now. She looks straight at me, grasps my hair again, and says, "off now." in a strong, elegant voice.
Pulling me by the roots of my hair, I shiver and scurry on my hands and knees behind her, my scalp quickly aching with pain and her showing it no mind. I scurry until my hands and knees are bumping against the cold tile of the kitchen floor. My mind wondering, where the heck is this lady leading me?
As we get to the edge of the kitchen she gives a look back over her shoulder at you as if to say “watch this” but I’m too scared to even notice. Noticing me trembling with fear, she says “now now, dear, it will be all right. Do you need something to drink?” I slowly nod my head, not knowing how else to respond. She turns around and grabs a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator; just like her it looks expensive. I all of a sudden realize I’m still on the floor and am not sure why, I wonder if I should stand up? She then reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out a wine glass and a plastic bowl.
She pours some of the wine into the glass, takes a sip, and sets it daintily on the counter. She then takes the bowl and grabs a marker and scribes something on the side. She pours just a bit of wine into the bowl and then spits in it and sets it on the floor in front of me. Looking down at me she says “drink up.”
