SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL Gallery
She was beautiful; he adored her and couldn't wait to be with her. He swung the car into the entrance of the strip mall and parked. He went inside. Trembling a little, he headed upstairs. Entering the candlelit bedroom he saw her. She was standing, her warm body, breasts and thighs pressed against the bare wall, legs apart, hands high above her head, palms flat. His eyes followed her curves, the rise of her cheeks covered barely by a sheer black backless dress whose hemline finished just above her knees. He kissed her neck, he felt her inhale sharply as he nuzzled his mouth, his soft lips, his tongue along her neck and over her firm shoulders. Stepping back slightly he drew her arms down to her sides, slid the narrow shoulder straps apart and let the dress fall from her soft, creamy white body. His fingers in her hair, massaging the back of her neck he softly kissed her lips and lightly pushed himself against her. He began to feel her tremble as his mouth slid over her cheeks, her eyelids and on to her ear. His fingertips, his mouth now slithering and sliding over her perspiring body, his hands going lower, his mouth following, he could feel the anticipation in her, her muscles tightening, her hands clenching the roses ever tighter between her breasts, she didn't even feel the prickles. It felt like something else. Something like pain but then not pain, this was pleasure. His mouth now on her tummy, his hands sliding over her thighs, her moist, swollen clit longing for his mouth but only being teased. With spluttering and gurgling sounds coming from her mouth he withdrew. Her clit was burning. She could feel her hot juices running cold down her thighs. She wanted to be impaled; she didn't want to let this go. Then taking his place on his knees between her legs he began the dance. The dance of his tongue on her thighs, on her inner thighs, his breath touching her lips her clit as he suckled on her delicate flesh. He could smell her now; he could feel her pussy trying to reach his mouth. She wanted his mouth, she wanted release but not yet........Feeling the ebb and flow of her arousal, his mouth moving ever closer to the swollen spot that screamed to be touched and sucked and finally his tongue finding her clit in a contact that was as light as a feather. She went ridged holding her spot on his tongue pushing into him. Her gurgling sounds told him she was holding her orgasm waiting for his command. He loved this; loved torturing her with her own desires. His tongue now more firm began to circle her clit. His finger finding her entrance and parting her soft folds, began slowly sliding deeper as she wriggled and fucked and pushed to get more of it inside her. His finger searched for her G spot, his mouth clenched more tightly on her clit, biting as he stroked her hot insides with his fingertip, she began begging! Begging to cum. She was shaking, trembling, struggling to fight off the orgasm. Knowing he could not push her to failure, he withdrew slowly yet deliberately. Picking up the rose he began to trace its soft petals over her neck, along her shoulders, down her breasts, circling her tummy and all the time watching her reflexes. Using the rose to draw more of her sensations down between her legs and when finally reaching her pussy, his fingers parting her lips, he laid the rose stem between them and folded the soft flesh of her outer lips around the prickly thorns to hold it there. She wanted to be fucked. His hands under her buttocks, he slid her up the wall, his strong arms moved under her thighs. Holding her there, he penetrated her inch by inch. Slowly and carefully he began to thrust in and out of her, feeling her climax building again. Feeling the crest but still methodically fucking her so as not to crush the stem against her. Looking down there between them, his own orgasm approaching, he urged her "Fuck me! My pretty slut, fuck me hard, show me how much you want to fuck me". Her thrusts met his, the rose stem, the thorns, impaled the both of them as pushed and thrust and came, shouting and screaming in ecstasy. And even as their climaxes subsided she still held him tight between her legs sucking every last quiver from her pussy. Spent she slumped, he slid her down gently, left her hanging and gasping. He reached down between her legs and gently, slowly parted her lips, lips which had a firm grip on the rose. Once removed, his mouth went back, soothing her, licking her wounds forcing more ripples from her orgasm and sucking every last drop of her cum.
As she quieted, he removed her bonds and carried her to the bed, laid her down and gazed upon her for a while, wondering what had he done to deserve such a creature.
He lay with her. Firmly against her back, his arms around her, holding her close, he felt the rhythm of sleep in her breathing.
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Eliza
Bond Street
Absolutely Gorgeous
I am a young and sweet girl. Just arrive in London and can't wait to get to know the city and also get to know some nice guys who can show me a good time! I promise I will be a good girl.... or if you prefer I can be a bad girl as well... Kisses |
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