Secret sin

[de_valmont]

She was wondering what he wanted more of her. But now she realized she was given a new experience: The fear that made her almost pee sharpened her lust when he took her like a wolf from behind, biting her, holding her in the position doggy-style where he wanted her.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

He held her from behind, his arms around her waist. He nipped at her neck, sending intermittent jolts of pleasure to her privates. He nuzzled her neck with tiny kisses, tiny bites. His hands found her breasts, he cupped both of them, massaging them, continuing with the kisses, the bites on the nape of her neck.

He growled in her ear. And flipped her over onto her back and bore down on her breasts with his mouth, causing her some pain. She whimpered, Michel backed away.

He watched as Lara opened her eyes, looked at him, arched her back, and presented her breasts to him.

 

[de_valmont]

Michel understood she wanted a rough treatment of those heavy breasts, he squeezed them hard and pretended to try to milk them. His eyes never lost contact with hers to see if she still enjoyed the pain.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She bit down on her lips drawing them in tightly.

Michel massaged her tits deeply, grasping them, kneading them, squeezing them, all the while looking into her eyes, waiting for a sign, a flinch, a glorious tear.

His cock grew as he watched her lips, pressed together, attempting to conceal her pain with each deliberate push of his hands.

She looked at his rigid cock, its rim pronounced, its head wet.

Michel, delighted in her discovery of his excited state, took each nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted, pulled and rolled the erect buds, dialing in unspeakable pleasure.

Soon, Lara’s lips parted, her moans announcing her orgasm.

 

[de_valmont]

Michel mumbled like a hungry wolf again, reminding her of the situation she's in. His eyes flicker with even more greed when she makes these delicious sounds. Lara becomes more aware again of the situation, and she sees pride in the hunter's eyes that he has bound her to him with the most effective ties possible, love and devotion.

While he doesn't stop to twist her orgasm buttons like she wants it, and still watches her face become an o face, lost in space, he pushes his ready cock into her mouth and uses her breasts to pull and push her, guiding her mouth how he wants it. She feels the jerking of the tool, the moisture of the pleasure having her, he's apparently ready to fill her throat with his most personal marks. He uses her, but to the same extent gives her his love and will to please her deeply.

His expression changes again, and the moment she reaches her peak she is flooded with a delicious fear of him again, sharpening her orgasm and making her base trembling hard.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She lets go, knowing her fate is sealed and she is his completely.

She is aware in her bliss he is watching, hungry for every part of her, planning his next conquest.

Michel, she cries out, Michel. Her words just then, a stronger bond than a wax seal.

 

[de_valmont]

Her screaming of his name is stifled by the load he pumps into her mouth. Lara, I'm yours, he moans, holding himself in his erect position with a hand at a trunk. Then, when their orgasms fade, he carries her to a fallen tree and sits down with her on his lap, warms her in his coat, pulls a bottle out of his coat's pocket, and makes her drink fresh, cool water.

Do you want to come here with me again?

Do you want to head for your job from my place daily? Do you want to head for our secret sinners' refuge from my place next time?

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Oooooh, she says. Are you asking me to move in with you?

 

[de_valmont]

"No, I ask you to populate the hen house at my den in the forest you recently learned to know inside and outside ... of course I do ask you to live with me in my flat in town. You will be easier to domesticate and tame then ... I thought it was a good idea.

And I asked another question: You deliberately met me in this desert spot, not knowing me before. So I of course ask you if you would love another command to come here, eehm, invitation for plays like this. When you have recovered and are not that sore ...

I did not have the impression you are as vanilla and prefer vanilla like you present yourself in church

But of course I ask you before I make you mine again ... and again ... because you are the sub and thus in charge.

Do you want to be my tart at home and in the forest, good girl?

Maybe for a direct answer I should ask your pussy and your eyes, because your deep desires directed you here ..."

Michel softly spread her legs on his lap, then parted her lips and sensed her moisture with two firm, soft fingers circling her clit, and looked into her eyes. He didn't stop until he had asked his questions again and got his answers from her body.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Her body responded to his questions, with answers not spoken.

His fingers, coated with her sexual sap and scent, traced his initial on her mound, her breasts.

She watched as he kept dipping into her well, writing his commands on her smooth flesh. She was his, marked with her own ink.

She leaned in toward his face, and at the same time reached for his cock. She gathered his precum on her finger tip, traced his initial over her lips and sucked him from her finger. She kissed him, accepting his commands and his wishes.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She waited for him. Waited for him to come to her. She would watch for him, listen for his boots, anticipate his scent, waiting for him.

She needed the release he could give her.

She would lie in bed, naked, touching herself, pretending they were his hands, his fingers invading her secret parts, pushing aside her lips. His fingers causing her to rock her hips, moaning with each increasing pleasure surge. His fingers delving into her hole causing her wetness to spill. They were his fingers she placed into her mouth, tasting herself.

They were his fingers circling her clitoris sending her to orgasm.

She climaxed, moaning his name, willing him to come to her.

 

[de_valmont]

But when he came home, he was hungry, distracted and overdue. So he pulled her up, face to the window, bit cautiously her neck, and guided her hands to wash a plate and such for him. He was fully clothed but opened his pants zipper, pulled his slip under his nuts, took some oil from near the hearth, and oiled just decently his erect cock tip and her anus, then pushed it deeply into her. After that he used her hands to squeeze her breasts, and to continue the washing of dish. All while he constantly fucked her in her tightest hole, slowly, but with deep, intense thrusts.

He made her lie on her back on the kitchen table, and after preparing a meal of cheese and bread for himself, he used her juices to spice his meal, often licking rests of his meal out of her, making her feel the urge to come, but not giving her release for a long time. He made her eat some pieces with her own juices, for he sees she has lost the time on his bed waiting for him, and ate not enough.

"Coming home to you, MY tart, is a festival." Michel opens a bottle of champagne and drinks it from her naval and where it flows from there. He gives the sparkling feeling of that nectar in her slit to her. Finally, his tongue makes her come and trembling lose control over herself. She can see in his eyes how he adores her and how he enjoys his meal. She is full of sweat, her juices, food juices, and sticky from the champagne. After licking that delicious mix from her, he washes her with a tissue and some soap, not missing any fold.

He carries her to the bed, just climbs out of his pants and panties, then his limb finds a bed between Lara's soft ass cheeks, and he falls asleep immediately.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She settles in his bed, next to him. Her ass pressing against his groin. His arm, wrapped around her, pulls her closer. His hand gropes her breast, taking her nipple between his fingers, rolling and tugging on it, willing it to become hard.

Her legs, in response, become restless and move slowly on the white cotton sheets. His touch has ignited her and she anticipates his next move. She feels a small gush in her most private area and opens her legs a bit hoping he senses her invitation.

He brushes her neck with a quick kiss, whispers sweetness into her ear and pinches her nipple, sending a jolt of pain to her wet pussy. She waits. She feels him press his thick rod into her cheeks, briefly touching her hole before it settles. She waits.

She hears him sigh, his breathing becomes heavy and she knows her count is fast asleep. She smiles, pressing into him more and dreams of his next advances.