Secret sin

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"I look forward to praying next to you, good girl, next time in church."

Michel tore down her blind-fold and smiled lovingly and devilishly into her eyes while he said that and, at the same time, thrust his shaft deep into her, without a warning.

 

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He tortured her, quit her sheath again after long seconds of doing nothing but jerking in her. He surrounded her opening with his lips and murmured into her flesh: "I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded. And lo, they did."

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Michel backed away, his thrusting stopped, his hands never touching the intricacies of the softest flesh that protected her pussy.

Lara watched as he leaned into her, anticipating his mouth to begin sucking, bringing her the much-desired pleasure she wanted so badly. Lara felt Michel's lips surround her warmth, forming a seal. Her pussy started flashing in a rhythmic beat as he spoke his discovery into her, the vibration of his voice immensely pleasurable.

 

[de_valmont]

"You are my most beautiful and most secret sin, sweetie."

Michel turned her hip around and lifted it, parted her thighs so that all of her voluptuous ass and sex was in full sight for his lusting eyes. He was strong and his movements and touches decisive, and she was ready to fulfill what he asked her to do. He could see in her eyes that she knew her surrender was in fact the true power, and he smiled. https://i.redd.it/xqcnx0j0fcd41.jpg

Now, with cruel slowness, he pulled her wet cunt on his hard stick. Once she tried to accelerate things, and he slapped her well-bottomed rear hard to stop her. He wanted her to almost explode.

He suck on his right thumb to let it circle on her anal ring, waiting for her to beg to fill her other hole as well. When she had fully incorporated his cock, his now free left hand caressed and, every now and then, pulled and kneaded hard her neck, hair, nipples.

But after a long minute he concentrated on pushing her body's face-side into the bed with his hard and relentless, accelerating and getting more and more intense thrusts into her sacred cave, her hips on her heels, to spread her wide open for his welcome.

His thumb still on her anus though, pressed on it by every push of his hips, but not penetrating her little black-hole.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara grabbed the sheets and clenched her fist with each thrust Michel made. He was a strong man, both in stature and personality, and showed his sexual dominance through power and control.

She had played cat and mouse with him in her mind for so long. She mostly got away just before a sexual conquest but that was in fantasy. She remembered a few times she let herself get trapped in his snare. He devoured her sexually and then mockingly teased her for her secret desire for him.

Even as Michel touched her in ways she wasn't familiar, she wasnt fearful of him. He adored her, his eyes told her so.

His hand played rough with her hair and nipples He laid over her, still pumping, and kissed her mouth roughly.

He flipped her over on her back, guided his cock into her hole and pulled her legs over his broad shoulders. He fixed his eyes on hers and began thrusting his hips. His motion against her clitoris, sent Lara skyrocketing in pleasure. She met his thrusts with her own, exploding in a noisy climax that triggered his own.

As they joined in pleasure, he didn't take his eyes off of hers. They looked deeply into each other's souls as they touched the outer limits of the universe.

 

[de_valmont]

Michel had nailed her to the bed with his body, but now he looked for some rope, it seemed. His still lusty eyes were eager to make her stay in her current position: hands up over her head, the feet the same, her knees holding her wonderful breasts in their position. When he had found what he searched for, Lara saw the sparkling in his eyes and reacted ...

What exactly is it that you don't like? You don't want to continue here?

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara looked at her lover, his urgency apparent. He had found what he was looking for and turned his gaze back to her. His eyes smiled at hers, soon overtaken by a look of desire she was unfamiliar with. She closed her eyes and held her breath.

 

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In a few seconds, sweetie Lara found herself pinned to the bed as a human X, exposed and fixed so she could not close her wide-spread, wonderful, chubby thighs, could not press her mouth into the cushions to prevent his tongue, fingers, cock, or whatever from penetrating even that sensitive entry, so she could not protect her wonderful, heavy tits or any other parts of her body with her arms to prevent him staring and touching. She was at his mercy. His eyes and mind and body obviously enjoyed both her beauty and the delicate situation she was in now. Michel felt his mouth run dry, he was excited, his heart was beating hard and fast, his cock the same, he did not hide his admiration for her beauty, her sexiness, her loving surrender and trust. All this admiration and love was in his eyes, and his will to take advantage of her and her situation.

He spoke to her calmly: "You cannot be fearless, and your fear can be the salt and chilli that makes this really spicy. But only if it's not the overwhelming feeling, so, is your fear stronger than your trust and lust?

 

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The series: https://multi.xnxx.com/gallery/1104020/098f/i_really_enjoyed_tying_dani_up._this_is_a_girl_who (remark: I don't like gags.)


The bed and the room in our den are of course different, the girl is not as cute and wonderfully shaped as you are, but just to give you an impression of your situation.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara craved Michel's touch, his attention.

Her body was telling her so. Her nipples hard, her pussy aching for his touch.

She was so exposed. He was devouring her with his eyes. So lustfully, so greedy.

His cock twitching. Her pussy throbbing.

She trusted him, she had to. She looked into his eyes and saw determined desire yet kindness.

I surrender Michel, she managed. I will be your good girl.

 

[de_valmont]

Michel cupped Laras defenseless left nipple with his mouth, sucked it, bit it softly, encircled it with his stiff tongue tip. At the same time, Michels right pointer and middle finger probed the grade of her wet anticipation in her involuntarily wide open pussy. It was a possessive gesture, but not brutal. He was just accepting the gift Lara had made to him, herself.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara gasped at his wet touch on her swollen nipple, her sensitive bud sending waves of pleasure to her sex. She wanted to reach for him, wanted so desperately to grasp his strong shoulders, his arms and hold him close to her flesh, needing him so.

Her body shivered as he touched her hole, fingered her, explored her as she lay open to him helpless. Touch me, my clitoris, she begged, bring me to orgasm.

 

[de_valmont]

Michel shoved his fingers into her mouth (that in her head), made her own smell and taste filling her head. With his other hand, he only slightly touched her open lips and her push button in there. His smile was a bit diabolic. His finger, wet from her crotch, circled round her throbbing anus, that feared his touch, but could not escape from it. Her narrow hole uncontrollably worked hard, spasming, a movement involving her whole hip. Michel enjoyed her eagerness and torture, especially when he saw she had soaked the linen with a big spot of her juices with some sharper note in it. He loved her for being and enjoying to be his object of his sweet torture.

Finally, the mean man let his extra stiff tongue tip circle round her clit, carefully caring for not letting her feel releasing pleasure though, not almost, but just made her feel even more desire. His tongue explored every hole between her legs. He took full advantage of the fact that she could not hide from him or pull away.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She writhed with each touch from him. His tongue, his mouth, his fingers, his hands.

She could hear him breathing, his pace quickening as she felt the tip of his cock trace from her mound to her clit, down over her pussy and then below to her hole, which he tapped several times, making her spasm.

She moaned, his breath sending shivers over her body, as he whispered into her ear, you have no say, no choice, I will be kind but you are mine

 

[de_valmont]

Lara saw Michel's cock tip shining from both her and his pre-cum and juices, and when he saw her excited gaze, his limb jerked and grew even steeper.

Very softly and calmly, almost tediously, watching her face, Michel intruded Lara's well-lubricated yet narrow anus, with his well-lubricated and so hard and steep cock. He must have applied anal lub on it when he was out of sight and of course both their plenty juices added perfectly to it. He pulled her ass between her feet as far as the rope allowed, so he could go very deep. When she jerked, he hushed her to not make any painful movement until she would have grown accustomed to being spread and degraded this way. His thumb massaging her clit, pressing on it and making it circle under his firm, carefully dosed pressure, as well helped her standing and more and more enjoying it. His cock trembled in her, she could see his deep sensations reflected in his eyes exploring hers. When his hip jerked and made him throb forward, she could feel his concentrated effort to control his movements still, to not hurt her.

She felt every inch deeper in her vagina very well, the thin skin between the two entrances made almost no difference in intensity.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The rope secure, she was his to take as he pleased. She held his gaze, his eyes piercing her soul. She felt him inside her and tensed. His gentle massage of her clit relaxed her. Her pleasure intensified with each pass of his thumb. She moaned for him, her eyes never leaving his.

You're a magic man, you've got the magic hands, she whispered.

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His other hand held her ass, massaging her flesh as he continued to enter so tenderly yet urgently.

She ached for him, her eyes never leaving his.

 

[de_valmont]

Since Michel saw she would not stand being edged any longer, he hooked his eyes in hers and fucked hard and fast her anus, pressing his thumb on her clit with all his weight and strength with every throb, and watched if she'd come this way. Suddenly he stopped (damn ... why does he stop now), took a branding iron from a hidden and apparently prepared place, used black ink on it, and marked his property with a seal with roses and the word 'Michel's' on both inner thighs. She was sure he had chosen the good ink that wouldn't fade before weeks. He looked into her eyes again, said 'We don't need external rope any longer', and frees his lover, studying her if she loves what he did, and if she was ripe to be plucked again. Would she shout at him, or would her expression, moves, looks, and uttered sounds or words tell him he'd won and marked her soul already? Only watching her delicious body lascoviously bending on his bed made him rock hard again, for her.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara looked at her thighs, branded with the name of her lover. She looked up at Michel and realized she was his property now, forced to succumb to his every whim and desire.

And then he freed her from the ropes that kept her his. He stared at her, straight into her eyes, asking questions but not moving his lips.

Lara frowned. You didn't make me cum. I wanted to cum and you stopped.

She started fingering her clit, stopped and then sucked her pussy juice from her fingers, all the while staring at Michel. His cock started to twitch and rise.

Lara smiled and started to caress her lover's name on her inner thighs.

 

[de_valmont]

Michel went into her, very conscious of every move. He wanted her to come, he just wanted her to give herself to him deliberately now. Michel kissed her mouth and penetrated it with his hard tongue like he invaded her pussy. There was some anger in him because she just tried to make herself, right before him. He was no longer gentle, soon.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara sensed his anger, his tongue especially rough in her mouth.

Her pussy ached for him and she thought briefly of closing her legs, but only briefly .

He stopped kissing her, his face nearly touching hers, his cock pressed hard against her mound.

She lifted her hands and cupped his face, his jaw resting in her hands. Her nipples ignited, sending jolts of pleasure to her pussy. She longed for him and raised up, her lips softly touching his, kissing his.

She rocked her hips against his, opening her legs wider, awaiting his tender touch on her sex.

She bit his lip, and whimpered as her pussy rocked against his cock. Make me cum, she mumured.

 

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He gently stroked her inner thighs, the seals on her, then slapped them hard, all of a sudden. Stroked again. She couldn't know when the next slap would come.

 

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Michel probed Lara's wetness in her slit with his fingers, not especially friendly, not especially hurting. He then squeezed her clit and her pee hole, and finally pushed his cock nearer to her, slapped it on her clit, then led a hand of her on it. "Choose your hole ..." he said calmly, no longer angry now.

 

[de_valmont]

Lara took much too long, he pushed himself into her, she fell back to the wall, and with his first throb he pushed her up the wall like half a meter or so.

 

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and

fucked

her

hard

and

slow-

ly

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Lara buckled under his swift pushes, spreading her legs wider to keep herself upright.

She held onto his broad shoulders as he rhythmically rocked her, at times urgent.

She grunted with every push inside her, as Michel greedily took what was his.

Make me cum sir, she whispered.