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Speaker 1: Melissa has sent that email, but will she come to
Speaker 1: regret it? And just how far has Chris gone with
Speaker 1: these women? What has he been up to? Is that
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Speaker 1: inner desires as you listen to my voice and feel
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Speaker 1: back and enjoy tonight's show. It took just an hour
Speaker 1: after she sent the message for Melissa to start regretting
Speaker 1: pressing the ZEM button. He looked at her photos again.
Speaker 1: She could see it was her, definitely her marks and blemishes,
Speaker 1: even the small birthmark on her thigh. How could Chris
Speaker 1: not recognize her, he had seen her whole body. Intimately,
Speaker 1: he wouldn't know it for sure. It was another thirty
Speaker 1: minutes before her phone dinged with an email. She wasn't
Speaker 1: sure if she should be angry, disappointed, or relieved by
Speaker 1: the message. Sure, moro, that sounds great. I would love
Speaker 1: to keep my ropes around you. Ropes he has ropes.
Speaker 1: Melissa paused for a moment, trying to remember if she'd
Speaker 1: seen any ropes in the house. Does he have an
Speaker 1: apartment with all his paraphernalia in maybe a lock up somewhere,
Speaker 1: or perhaps he just keeps it in the trunk of
Speaker 1: his car. Fuck? Was this going to even work? What
Speaker 1: was she actually expecting? And did he always respond to
Speaker 1: these women so enthusiastically Once a panic had subsided, the
Speaker 1: anger turned he obviously wasn't just on that website to
Speaker 1: look at photos. Picking up her phone, she decided that
Speaker 1: playing the innocent young lady would be best. After all,
Speaker 1: it wasn't that far from the truth. I knew to
Speaker 1: all this, but very eager to learn. Where would you
Speaker 1: suggest we start? Chris? For some reason, she had actually
Speaker 1: put on her most innocent and naive face while typing
Speaker 1: the message as if that was going to make a difference.
Speaker 1: She barely lowered her hand before the phone dinged again.
Speaker 1: Let's start by calling me sir, and I think I
Speaker 1: will call you my little pink kitten. Sir. Really, since
Speaker 1: when did he think he deserve to be called sir?
Speaker 1: Biting her lip, Melissa held back her irritation. Of course, sir,
Speaker 1: where do we start? Well, my pink kitten, I think
Speaker 1: we can start by you getting a taste of a
Speaker 1: little punishment when you pleasure your body. To night, I
Speaker 1: want you to spank your clit as you do, and
Speaker 1: to morrow you can tell me how it feels. Hm M,
Speaker 1: been there, done it, Chris. You just don't realize, Melissa thought,
Speaker 1: can't we do it now? Sir? I'm very eager to learn,
Speaker 1: she replied, grinning a little at the phone, testing Chris
Speaker 1: to see if he was actually working. No, we can't,
Speaker 1: pink kitten. I have to go into a very important
Speaker 1: design meeting in a minute and we'll be there for
Speaker 1: the rest of the day. Oh, sir, are you a
Speaker 1: big important designer? Yes, I am, kitten, and I have
Speaker 1: an international meeting in five minutes, so we'll have to
Speaker 1: wait to speak again to morrow. Oh okay, sir, Melissa
Speaker 1: replied as she typed. The last time she'd heard the
Speaker 1: local chick and hot restaurant was not expanding internationally. At least,
Speaker 1: she knew Chris was at work, and it kind of
Speaker 1: matched his diary. This she might be fun, she decided.
Speaker 1: Chris obviously wasn't experienced at this as she had thought,
Speaker 1: and she could always outthink him. Besides which, she knew
Speaker 1: his schedule. Looking in the bedroom mirror, Melissa studied herself
Speaker 1: for a moment, Eventually running her fingers through air, she
Speaker 1: scraped it into a bottle on top of her head,
Speaker 1: Turning her head side to side, sucking in her cheeks
Speaker 1: a little, she thought to herself, not bad. Considering studying
Speaker 1: herself a little more intently, a thought emerged, a plan
Speaker 1: to make herself look different. Grabbing her bag and Cahr
Speaker 1: keys from the side, she left the house, intent on
Speaker 1: at least seeing if her plan might work. Returning an
Speaker 1: hour later, she sat down in front of the mirror,
Speaker 1: retrieved the hair gripped from her bag and pinned her
Speaker 1: hair back tightly. Pulling the new blonde wig from the
Speaker 1: bag and slipping it over her head, she looked back
Speaker 1: into the mirror. Her hair had always been dark, and
Speaker 1: seeing herself blonde was different. She had to admit even
Speaker 1: she didn't recognize herself. Taking the final package from the bag,
Speaker 1: she unpacked the last item and secured it around her head.
Speaker 1: Looking into the mirror again, she whispered, well, if he
Speaker 1: wants pink kitten, who am I to argue, her voice
Speaker 1: training off to a sneer, her lips curling, an expression
Speaker 1: that did quite fit with the playful pink kitten mask
Speaker 1: that adorned her face. Holding her phone up, she clicked
Speaker 1: the button for her selfie, trying to hide her obvious resentment,
Speaker 1: and put on her best playful expression. Editing the photo,
Speaker 1: signing it from your pink Kitten, she sent it by
Speaker 1: messenger through to Chris. Grinning to herself, she wished she
Speaker 1: could be a fly on the wall in that meeting
Speaker 1: right now. Packing away her growing expanse of toys into
Speaker 1: an overnight bag, she stashed it under her shoes in
Speaker 1: the closet, a place Chris avoided like the plague. Looking
Speaker 1: at her close hanging, she selected her normal suit for
Speaker 1: the part time job in the accountants. She actually felt
Speaker 1: kind of deflated. Despite all her anger and bile. She
Speaker 1: was actually quite in doing playing pink Kitten, Just a
Speaker 1: shame it had to be with Chris. When she returned
Speaker 1: from work, the house was deathly silent. Chris was obviously
Speaker 1: not home, yet it had been the same every day
Speaker 1: since the kids had left home. Melissa never really appreciated
Speaker 1: the life they brought into the house since they were gone.
Speaker 1: Being just her and Chris, it seemed as cold as
Speaker 1: the tomb most nights. Maybe that's why he strayed in
Speaker 1: the first place, she thought. Melissa actually felt relieved. She
Speaker 1: wasn't sure if she was ready to see him quite yet.
Speaker 1: Work had been stressful this afternoon, and she needed some
Speaker 1: me time before she had to play Happy Families again.
Speaker 1: Entering her bedroom, she discarded her work clothes and went
Speaker 1: to retrieve her sweats from the closet. As she opened
Speaker 1: the door, the overnight bag looked back up at her,
Speaker 1: tempting her, calling out to her from beneath her shoes.
Speaker 1: Moving the shoes aside, she pulled the navy blue canvas
Speaker 1: bag from the recesses of her closet, opening it. The
Speaker 1: pink kitten mass smiled at her from on top of
Speaker 1: the wigan lingery, Melissa could not help but smile back.
Speaker 1: There was something that changed when she slipped the mask
Speaker 1: on her head, like she let go of Melissa a little,
Speaker 1: let go of all her stresses and worries, and just
Speaker 1: for a little while, she became Morag. She could be
Speaker 1: playful and naughty, flirtatious and fun. Looking at the lingerie,
Speaker 1: it didn't fit with Morag, and lacking an alternative, she
Speaker 1: slipped off her bra and panties and lay naked on
Speaker 1: the bed. Apart from the pink kitten mask. It didn't
Speaker 1: take long for the memories of Red Curl's video to
Speaker 1: return to her mind. Her pussy trembled as the images
Speaker 1: replayed threw her head. Something about passing over controuble like that,
Speaker 1: about yielding to some one else, letting them decide their pleasure,
Speaker 1: seemed so damned hot. Parting her thighs, Melissa's hands stole
Speaker 1: between her lips, massaging them firmly. The warmth of her
Speaker 1: juices tingled on her finger tips. As she rubbed her
Speaker 1: hand up and down, she made the first contact with
Speaker 1: her clit. She rose off the bed, inviting the invasion
Speaker 1: of her fingers as she pushed to inside moaning in
Speaker 1: response to her own caress, she slid them in and
Speaker 1: out furiously, her thumb pressed on her clit and her
Speaker 1: thighs tightened around her hand. Melissa writhed on the back
Speaker 1: as she could feel the burning sensation moving through a corn.
Speaker 1: Her fingers pounded into a pussy, the sound of her
Speaker 1: slick as they slid in and out. Stopping for a moment,
Speaker 1: she slid her fingers out before bringing them back down
Speaker 1: onto a clip with a loud slapping noise, her pussy
Speaker 1: burning with the pleasure, the electricity shooting through her sending
Speaker 1: her body into raptures. As she spank to herself again
Speaker 1: and again, her moans echoed around the room. Somehow, the
Speaker 1: sound of her own pleasure fueled her desires further as
Speaker 1: she continued to punish her clip. Taking her phone hurriedly
Speaker 1: moving it between her thighs, she pressed the camera button
Speaker 1: where she hoped would be a good position, before dropping
Speaker 1: it onto the mattress and plunging her fingers back into
Speaker 1: a pussy. Her orgasm burned through her body as she
Speaker 1: rolled on to her side and bit into the bedding,
Speaker 1: her orgasm exploding in an avalanche of fireworks. Rolling into
Speaker 1: the feetal position, Melissa could do little but pant as
Speaker 1: the waves of aftercloth echoed through her body. Eventually, she
Speaker 1: reached for her phone and looked through the photos. The
Speaker 1: image of her pussy glowing red was a little blurry,
Speaker 1: but it was clear enough to see. She honestly found
Speaker 1: it kind of sexy. Looking at her pussy swollen and
Speaker 1: burning with an angry red. She hadn't quite realized how
Speaker 1: wet she was. Melissa pushed her hand back against her
Speaker 1: eyes and felt her pussy gently fuck. Her whole body
Speaker 1: trembled as she pushed her finger back inside. Sliding them out,
Speaker 1: she lifted them into her mouth, tasting her cumb something
Speaker 1: she had never done before. The tasted so good, and
Speaker 1: the day felt like a day for doing things that
Speaker 1: you'd never done before. Checking the photo for any incriminating giveaways,
Speaker 1: she could only find a mole, but she guessed loads
Speaker 1: of women had moles on the top of their thighs.
Speaker 1: Besides which, it had been so long since Chris had
Speaker 1: been down on her she seriously doubted he would have
Speaker 1: recognized a tattoo if she had one. Messaging Chris the
Speaker 1: photo with the simple text of I couldn't resist her.
Speaker 1: Please don't think I'm a bad girl, she grinned, wondering
Speaker 1: whether or not he would open the message. Rolling off
Speaker 1: the bed, she stood a little shakily before replacing the
Speaker 1: mask back into the back and hiding it in the closet.
Speaker 1: Deciding a shower would be a good idea now before
Speaker 1: Chris came home, she returned to normal life. It was
Speaker 1: another hour before she got a text from Chris saying
Speaker 1: on way home picking up takeout. Relieved at not at
Speaker 1: least having to cook, she relaxed on the sofa and
Speaker 1: flicked through the endless repeats on TV. It was another
Speaker 1: ten minutes before more I got a text Messa's saying
Speaker 1: you're such a bad pink kitten. You made me so
Speaker 1: hard at my meeting. I had to go to the
Speaker 1: bathroom three times. When Chris eventually walked back through the
Speaker 1: door carrying bags of Chinese food, she took a deep
Speaker 1: breath before going to meet him. He seemed jubilant, excited
Speaker 1: good meeting, She asked, I see it. I'm famished, he replied, cheerfully,
Speaker 1: ignoring her question. She asked several times about the meeting
Speaker 1: during the meal together, and every time he brushed the
Speaker 1: question away with some flippant statement about having to reconvene
Speaker 1: another day. And so the days passed, Chris would make
Speaker 1: more and more requests and she would simply comply. Every night,
Speaker 1: Chris worked late and with return would take out with
Speaker 1: a strangely happy bounce to his step. One day, he
Speaker 1: asked moll Rag if she had ever been tied up.
Speaker 1: She replied, no, would you like to see me tied up?
Speaker 1: Grateful for the order of manacles there was somewhere between
Speaker 1: leather delights and her yes, He responded, give me a
Speaker 1: few days, sir, I'll see what I can organize. Oh kitten,
Speaker 1: he replied. Melissa could imagine the enthusiasm in his eyes
Speaker 1: at the thought of her being tied up. That night,
Speaker 1: he returned carrying the largest thie mill Melissa had ever seen.
Speaker 1: Even with the kids at home, they would never have
Speaker 1: been able to manage all this food in one sitting.
Speaker 1: As they sat on the sofa watching TV, Chris suddenly
Speaker 1: turned to her, his hands fumbling her breasts for a shirt.
Speaker 1: Pinching her nipples, he kissed her roughly. Melissa could not
Speaker 1: help but respond she hadn't been fucked in so long.
Speaker 1: She was quite honestly, desperate to feel him inside her again,
Speaker 1: sliding her jeans and panties down her legs as she
Speaker 1: undid his pants, his cock so hard and throbbing, she
Speaker 1: had never seen him so wret Without waiting, he slid
Speaker 1: to the floor and moved between her thighs, pressing his
Speaker 1: cock deep into a pussy, hammering it home. Melissa wrapped
Speaker 1: her legs around his waist to feel his arraction complete.
Speaker 1: Within seconds, Chris was tensing against her, his hot erupting
Speaker 1: into a pussy. Melissa moaned, dutifully faking her satisfaction as
Speaker 1: Chris rolled off, did his pants up, and slid back
Speaker 1: onto the sofa. Was that it, she thought, as she
Speaker 1: wiped away, Chris has come from a pussy with a tissue.
Speaker 1: She had no doubt that he had just fucked more
Speaker 1: Rag in his mind. Would you fuck Morag for real?
Speaker 1: She wondered as she pulled her jeans back up and
Speaker 1: sat on the sofa. The next day, her box arrived.
Speaker 1: There was nothing to indicate where it was from. Don't
Speaker 1: Melissa k you? They had certainly taken a lot less
Speaker 1: time to arrive than she had imagined it would. Sliding
Speaker 1: a knife carefully through the taping on the box from
Speaker 1: Leatherdelights dot co dot uk. The lid opened, the warm
Speaker 1: smell of leather filled the room. Of all the things
Speaker 1: she was expecting, she wasn't expecting the fragrance of leather
Speaker 1: to be so beautiful, such a turn on. She paused
Speaker 1: for a moment, immersing herself in her newfound sensory pleasure.
Speaker 1: Eventually shaking her head to break the spell, Melissa pushed
Speaker 1: her hands gently into the box, her fingertips feeling the
Speaker 1: edge of a leather cuff. There was something so immensely
Speaker 1: powerful about the feeling of the leather. It just screams submit.
Speaker 1: Taking it out, she looked at it for a moment,
Speaker 1: running her fingers over the perfect stitching. The lilaxwayed so
Speaker 1: sensuous to her touch. She looked at the heavy buckles
Speaker 1: for a moment. Unrolling the cuff, she placed it around
Speaker 1: her wrist as she fixed a strap into place. Then
Speaker 1: there was a new sensation, something she hadn't been expecting,
Speaker 1: an intense need just to let go, to place her
Speaker 1: satisfaction in the hands of another, to submit completely. Damn it,
Speaker 1: she felt like falling to her knees right now. One
Speaker 1: thing she did decide when all this was done with Chris,
Speaker 1: she needed to find some one, a playmate, to help
Speaker 1: her explore all this sexuality. She couldn't believe how much
Speaker 1: her pussy was screaming for satisfaction from wearing a single cuff.
Speaker 1: Melissa rotated the cuff on her risk. The suede really
Speaker 1: was surprisingly sensual. It wasn't just soft. It caressed her,
Speaker 1: It sent tingles up and down her back. Somehow, it
Speaker 1: made her feel so damn feminine. Finding the flogger in
Speaker 1: the box, Melissa studied it for a moment, running her
Speaker 1: fingers through the strand. It was an immensely erotic sensation
Speaker 1: of having the strands teased between her fingers. Pausing for
Speaker 1: a moment, Melissa made a decision and moved to the
Speaker 1: sofa with the flogger in cuff. Quickly dropping her jeans,
Speaker 1: she sat down and teased her flogger's strands over her thighs.
Speaker 1: Holding her breath, she brought the flogger down hard against
Speaker 1: her pale skin. The sting burned through her legs as
Speaker 1: her pussy clenched in wanton desire. Fuck. She was wet already.
Speaker 1: The kiss of the strands left a harsh red mark.
Speaker 1: Grabbing her phone, Melissa took a photo, careful to avoid
Speaker 1: the obvious sofa underneath. Putting her phone back down, she
Speaker 1: took the flogger once more and brought it down hard.
Speaker 1: Damn it felt so good. Sending the voto to Chris
Speaker 1: by messenger, she simply added the text, sir, I'm practicing
Speaker 1: on my own. Within seconds, she had a reply, Fuck,
Speaker 1: pink Kitten, that looks so good. You make me so hard.
Speaker 1: Her grin soured as she remembered Chris was in replying
Speaker 1: to her. He was texting morek who bustard. She needed
Speaker 1: to be done with this bullshit. She decided she had
Speaker 1: found something that really turned her on and needed to
Speaker 1: experience it in full and right now. Chris was stopping.
Speaker 1: Then she took a close up photo of the solitary
Speaker 1: manacle on her wrist. Sending it to Chris, she added
Speaker 1: need help with these. When can we meet? The response
Speaker 1: was far from as quick as normal. In fact, it
Speaker 1: took fifteen minutes for him to reply, we can't meet.
Speaker 1: I'm married. I love my wife. We just don't enjoy
Speaker 1: the same thing sexually. I'm sorry, pink kitten, Melissa sighed heavily.
Speaker 1: Was she relieved, she guessed so, but she couldn't ignore
Speaker 1: this desire that burned through her. Now she needed to
Speaker 1: experience this bondage. She texted back, okay, I understand and
Speaker 1: placed her phone silently down on the sofa, realizing to
Speaker 1: her surprise that she actually felt disappointed at what she
Speaker 1: wasn't really sure. She had enjoyed playing morag and not
Speaker 1: the enough even pink kitten. It had given her a
Speaker 1: sexual freedom to experience something else rather than Melissa, part
Speaker 1: time accountant a mother of three. She was pretty irritated
Speaker 1: that Chris wasn't meeting people. Oddly enough, she had a
Speaker 1: plan and an idea of what was going to happen
Speaker 1: next that had just been flushed away. She also realized
Speaker 1: she hated him for meeting these women when he obviously
Speaker 1: hadn't been. The anger was still there, though, if anything,
Speaker 1: it had increased because she felt her plans, her satisfaction
Speaker 1: was now being derailed. She sighed as she stood up
Speaker 1: and fastened her jeans. Taking the rest of the delivery,
Speaker 1: she walked up to their bedroom and put it in
Speaker 1: the overnight bag, pausing for one last moment to feel
Speaker 1: the beautifully crafted cuffs. Once more, Dipping up the bag,
Speaker 1: she dropped her back into its hidden place. It wasn't
Speaker 1: until early evening she had realized she had gone through
Speaker 1: the rest of the day on autopilot. She'd been mourning Mogg.
Speaker 1: But this was stupid warrag was a creational story. She
Speaker 1: wasn't real how the hell could she be mourning her
Speaker 1: yet she generally felt she was the sound of the
Speaker 1: garage door opening and closing brought her back to the present. Shit,
Speaker 1: Chris was home? Had he texted her? How come he
Speaker 1: was home so early? Had he actually figured out her
Speaker 1: a little game? Rising to meet him as he walked
Speaker 1: to the kitchen door, his face was dark and solemn.
Speaker 1: What's up, she ventured, Nothing really, just a crap day
Speaker 1: at work, he said, his tone dismal. Fancy something to eat,
Speaker 1: she asked, trying to sound cheerful. He really looked pained,
Speaker 1: and she could not help but feel sorry for him.
Speaker 1: I'm not really hungry. I just want a glass of
Speaker 1: wine and sit in front of the TV to forget
Speaker 1: to day, he responded sourly, and so the evening passed
Speaker 1: without a word between them, both privately and mourning for
Speaker 1: the woman that never was. Chris fell asleep quickly as
Speaker 1: they retired to bed, almost like he wanted to put
Speaker 1: the day behind him. Watching the ceiling fance bin lazily
Speaker 1: in the shadows, Melissa thought over the past few days,
Speaker 1: trying to bring the loose ends to a conclusion. Silently,
Speaker 1: she rolled out of bed and opened her closet, Looking
Speaker 1: down at the overnight peg, she sighed deeply before returning
Speaker 1: to bed. Putting her arms around Chris for the first
Speaker 1: time in what seemed like forever, she immersed herself in
Speaker 1: the feeling of his heart beat, gently throbbing through his chest.
Speaker 1: Sliding her hand over the plane of his stomach, she
Speaker 1: felt for his cock, massag his bulls gently. His fingers
Speaker 1: moved over her wrist and gripped her hand, pushing it
Speaker 1: backwards in rejection. Once his hand had moved behind him,
Speaker 1: Melissa brought her other hand up and pushed the cuff
Speaker 1: around his wrist, fastening it clumsily. Taking advantage of his
Speaker 1: sleep filled mind, she quickly clipped it to the metal
Speaker 1: frame of the bed, forcing him to roll on to
Speaker 1: his back. Straddling his stomach, she quickly grabbed his other wrist,
Speaker 1: securing it in the other manacle to the bed frame.
Speaker 1: Leaning over, she flicked the bedside lamp on before retrieving
Speaker 1: the flogger. Moving back, she pushed his thighs apart as
Speaker 1: she watched the look of absolute shock on his face
Speaker 1: with more than a little amusement. Teasing the strands of
Speaker 1: the flogger over his thighs, she purred, you've been such
Speaker 1: a bad boy, Chris. What should I do with you?
Speaker 1: Chris opened his mouth to speak. Don't speak, sir, she said,
Speaker 1: with a hint of disdain to her voice, unless you
Speaker 1: want me to stuff my web panties in your mouth.
Speaker 1: Chris just stared in absolute disbelief at the sight of
Speaker 1: a naked Melissa straddling him, wearing her pink kten mask.
Speaker 1: While he was tied to the bed. Melissa brought the
Speaker 1: flogger down in a short movement. His thighs tensed from
Speaker 1: the sensation. His cock twitched, swelling in anticipation. This obviously
Speaker 1: is his thing, Melissa mused, watching his cock stiffen as
Speaker 1: she continued to flog his naked thighs, his moans growing
Speaker 1: in direct proportion to the angry red trails left by
Speaker 1: the kiss of the flog. Dropping her head, she traced
Speaker 1: a firm line with her tongue up his balls and
Speaker 1: along his shaft, before giggling, coiling, and saying, kitneath her cream.
Speaker 1: You're not going to deny her that pleasure, are you, sir?
Speaker 1: His cock was already weeping precumbe as she teased the
Speaker 1: tip of him with her tongue, watching him shake his
Speaker 1: head furiously, his hip thrust as her lips sank down
Speaker 1: along his length, feeling him so hard in her mouth. Ah, sir,
Speaker 1: you can't come until I say, she said, sliding her
Speaker 1: mouth from his pulsing cock. Moving forward, she took his
Speaker 1: shaft in her hand, moving it between her thighs, teasing
Speaker 1: his tip along her lips before rubbing it firmly against
Speaker 1: her clip. The sensation of as she watched him writhe
Speaker 1: under her grasp fueled her own arousal, Positioning him for
Speaker 1: a moment. She slid his cock between her folds before
Speaker 1: impaling herself on him. Together, they groaned loudly at the sensation.
Speaker 1: Melissa's hips rocked on him. Sitting straight up, she repeatedly
Speaker 1: impelled herself as her hands grasped her breast, massaging them
Speaker 1: It was obvious Chris was desperate to touch her, but
Speaker 1: the manacles prevented anything. For the smallest movement of his hands,
Speaker 1: pinching her nipples, wave after wave of intense pleasure vibrated
Speaker 1: through a body as Chris swelled inside her, a pussy
Speaker 1: clutching at him with desperate need. Her orgasm rose out
Speaker 1: of nowhere and immersed her whole body in a wildfire.
Speaker 1: Her corse squeezed his eration tightly. She couldn't help but
Speaker 1: moan loudly as her body exploded in pleasure. Chris's cumb
Speaker 1: filled her pussy hot jets of cream, caressing her walls.
Speaker 1: Sliding off his still throbbing cock, She moved to the bed,
Speaker 1: kneeling over his mouth. As she lowered her dripping lips
Speaker 1: to meet his hungrily. Chris flicked his tongue over her pussy,
Speaker 1: their mutual come dripping over his chin, gyrating her hips.
Speaker 1: The weight of her orgasm grew again, forcing Melissa to
Speaker 1: hold on to the bed. Head fuck. She cried out
Speaker 1: as a cataclysm of her orgasm pummeled her body. Looking
Speaker 1: down through the cardboard cut out eyes, Chris's chin glistened
Speaker 1: with cumb, sliding down his body, her lips teas that
Speaker 1: come from his chin, her tongue caressing him, feeling it
Speaker 1: drifting down her own chin. She looked up at him
Speaker 1: before lifting her mouth and sucking his lips. As their
Speaker 1: tongues explored each other's taste, Melissa rubbed her still trembling
Speaker 1: clit over his stomach, a trail of her juices ran
Speaker 1: over his skin. Finally, she just looked up at him
Speaker 1: and whispered, we did this together, Chris, her gentle smile
Speaker 1: becoming darker, or I might have to suck your cock
Speaker 1: clean off. Her hand lowered between them and squeezed his
Speaker 1: sensitive cock with an almost playful aggression. Chris just nodded
Speaker 1: in agreement as his body trembled in her harsh grip.
Speaker 1: Until next week, when we have the start of a
Speaker 1: new story and you and I can get wild and
Speaker 1: mad all over again. Ah Yes, But until then, and
Speaker 1: always with your pleasure in mind, This is the devil
Speaker 1: in world, wishing you it's solatious dreams.