The Earl - Live!

[TheEarl]

Fuck.

If you ask nicely.

The Earl

 

[mlady_france]

The Earl ran his hands over Honey's legs, allowing his fingers to linger as they slid along her thighs. "Remember, not a sound," he cautioned her.

Honey closed her eyes as his fingertips worked at her skin, drawing slow, languid circles on her inner thigh. Her pussy pulsated against the cotton of her g-string and she struggled to hold herself still, to stop from pushing herself onto his hand.

Still his hands moved, sliding closer and closer to her pussy with every stroke and Honey bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that lay just one more touch away. Then his fingers were on her, pushing away her thong and playing over her throbbing quim.

She cried out, overwhelmed by the shudders of ecstasy that thrummed through her body, unable to resist the sensations and unable to control herself. Then down came his hand, palm smacking firmly against her buttocks and she cried out again as the sting and burn mixed with the delicious heat that radiated from her pussy.

"I told you: not a sound. That'll be ten strokes."

The Earl

PS. Thanks all.

Damn that's hot!

I just love your bed time stories.

 

[TheEarl]

Thank you m'Lady.

The Earl

 

[Honey123]

The Earl ran his hands over Honey's legs, allowing his fingers to linger as they slid along her thighs. "Remember, not a sound," he cautioned her.

Honey closed her eyes as his fingertips worked at her skin, drawing slow, languid circles on her inner thigh. Her pussy pulsated against the cotton of her g-string and she struggled to hold herself still, to stop from pushing herself onto his hand.

Still his hands moved, sliding closer and closer to her pussy with every stroke and Honey bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that lay just one more touch away. Then his fingers were on her, pushing away her thong and playing over her throbbing quim.

She cried out, overwhelmed by the shudders of ecstasy that thrummed through her body, unable to resist the sensations and unable to control herself. Then down came his hand, palm smacking firmly against her buttocks and she cried out again as the sting and burn mixed with the delicious heat that radiated from her pussy.

"I told you: not a sound. That'll be ten strokes."

The Earl

PS. Thanks all.

GULP!

What a wonderful thing to read before I go to work....the car ride is going to be very enjoyable

I do love that by the way, smacking....the caressing... oh la la!