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“Did I tell you that you could speak?” I said rather nastily. I grabbed his collar, drug him over to the couch and pulled his white tee shirt off and took a black silk cord out of my pocket then tied his hands securely behind his back. Taking the lube out of a pocket I then let the trench coat fall away and went to work on my pet. Shoes and socks off then so very slowly I unzipped his jeans and pulled them along with his boxers down over his hips to the ground and off. I had to just stand. It had been awhile since she last gotten laid. Her ex-boyfriend hadn't done much for her and she had been toying with the idea of a one night stand anyway. After what seemed like forever she began to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged the delicate shirt off, and let it pool on the floor. Slowly she undid the clasps of her white bra, and then let it too fall aside. She was blessed with a DD-cup full of white perky, full breasts with dusky pink nipples that began to harden under the powerful. And then it happened. The first blow. Directly on those little ovariesthat were already aching with pain. My whole body shook. And oh god, howI screamed. I screamed directly into her. Directly only her clit.She cried out, "Oh fuck! Do. That. Again!"And he did. He made me scream and cry with my mouth locked over her clit.Oh god, she was getting more and more excited. She was so close tocumming again. I could feel it. And apparently he could see it, becausehe sped up. I could feel her thighs lock. Breath came in gouts of indrawn air between sustained assaults of tongue and lips. I was becoming close to orgasm and she must have realised because she pushed me gently off her leg and stood to remove her own dress and that beautiful body, naked save for shoes and white silk panties edged with exquisite lace was revealed. I am sure I gasped. Slowly she knelt and pressed her face to my knickers and she sucked them, tasting my wet as her hands caressed my arse. Then the knickers were around my.
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I let go of her head and she did not stop sucking. She sucked me dry and when I couldn't take it any longer, I pulled out of her mouth and bent down to give her a long kiss. I tasted my cum on her lips and tongue as we kissed and she almost sucked my tongue out of my mouth. I broke the kiss so I could undress her. I pulled off the polo shirt she had worn and undid her bra to slide it down her arms. I laid her back on the bed undoing the tight shorts she was wearing and pull them down her legs. I'm not sure if it was because she did it intentionally, or if it was because she was just as nervous and was unsure as I was, but she made a royal mess of my tea. Instead of two sugars she had only used one. Additionally, she used too much creamer. So much that my tea was pale and too cool for my liking. I noticed this immediately as she passed it to me and I told her so with a touch of disappointment in my voice. Right away her hands were visibly shaking but I ignored it for the moment. Then.

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