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Speaker 1: as you may have heard if you've been to our desires,
Speaker 1: some pretty filthy stuff over there. But this is for
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Speaker 1: it Bound by Lust and Handcuffs, which should give you
Speaker 1: an idea of tonight's theme. To lay back, close your eyes,
Speaker 1: take a nice deep breath, and just let all the
Speaker 1: stress and strain of the day go. For the next
Speaker 1: half an hour or so, it's just you and my voice.
Speaker 1: This is your time. And then lets her fingers dance
Speaker 1: across the rail of clothes, getting a sense of all
Speaker 1: the fabrics under her fingertips. The sensuous feeling and soft
Speaker 1: caress of materials against her fingers have her imagination running
Speaker 1: a mark and stimulating all her hot spots. The silk satin,
Speaker 1: a lace, row after row of sensual lingerie, or hanging
Speaker 1: so seductively tempting her, teasing her, taunting her lingerie that
Speaker 1: would make her feel so good, so feminine, so beautiful,
Speaker 1: like a real woman should geez Helen, her best friend
Speaker 1: Nikowa told her over dinner last night. Stop worrying about
Speaker 1: work and about what others think of you. Stop aiming
Speaker 1: to be the perfect model of virtue and innocence every
Speaker 1: waking minute. Blow off the goody two shoes attitude, and
Speaker 1: go out and do something stupid wild. It's something crazy
Speaker 1: and unimaginable. Go street down Main Avenue. Flash those lovely
Speaker 1: tits of yours, one of those upty ass lawyers you
Speaker 1: work for. Go pick up a hot, strange man and
Speaker 1: fuck his proverbial brains out. Closing her eyes and running
Speaker 1: her beautiful red silk teddy across her right cheek, Helen
Speaker 1: wonders about Nichole's words for a moment. She's right, She
Speaker 1: utters under her breath. I'm twenty four years old. I'm
Speaker 1: a grown woman. I should let myself go or Helen
Speaker 1: respects her family and no religious preferences. Her days of
Speaker 1: living in a strict Baptist family along gone, and just
Speaker 1: as Nichole said, last night was then, this is now.
Speaker 1: With the red silk pressing against her cheek, her belly
Speaker 1: flutters as she wonders how it would filter be dressed
Speaker 1: in this beautiful lingerie, how it would flatter her curves
Speaker 1: accentuate her assets, how the soft silk would feel sliding
Speaker 1: over her clip and the hard pebbles of her nipples,
Speaker 1: How a man would react to see her dress so provocatively.
Speaker 1: Helen inadvertently lets out a soft moan as she stares
Speaker 1: into the full length mirror in front of her. Her
Speaker 1: neck and cheeks are flushed pink, and her body is
Speaker 1: warm and tingly as she thinks of how sexy she's
Speaker 1: feeling by something as simple as women's lingerie without thoughts,
Speaker 1: she slides a lingerie over her soft's once again, and
Speaker 1: her breath catches in her throat when she realizes how
Speaker 1: deeply the color red compliments her skin, her eyes, and
Speaker 1: her hair in just a perfect way. Just the fantasy
Speaker 1: of wearing this beautiful silk and teddy for a man.
Speaker 1: As her moving so much more seductively as she watches
Speaker 1: herself in the mirror, she feels like a woman. She
Speaker 1: feels feminine, She feels beautiful. Knowing she probably looks ridiculous,
Speaker 1: Helen quickly glances around the store and focuses on the cashier,
Speaker 1: who is busy boxing up what looks like a long
Speaker 1: silken robe. She notices there isn't a sign of a
Speaker 1: security guard anywhere, and she sees no cameras hanging from
Speaker 1: the walls. Len's pulse grows heavy as she grabs a
Speaker 1: first piece of lingerie from the hangar and slips it
Speaker 1: quickly between the folds of her coat. A rush of
Speaker 1: excitement moves through her, her heart beat now druming in
Speaker 1: her ears. With her stomach clenching in anticipation, all she
Speaker 1: can do is think, wow, just wow. Never has she stolen,
Speaker 1: never has she thought of doing such a thing, But
Speaker 1: now she was crazily flooded with the terrifying risk of
Speaker 1: doing something wrong, something immoral, something illegal, And then fills
Speaker 1: her coat with more sensual lingerie, pushing each piece into
Speaker 1: the folds of her dress and being careful to slap
Speaker 1: the ones that bit her body tight perfectly, and only,
Speaker 1: of course, in her favorite colors of red, black and white.
Speaker 1: With the rush of adrenaline inebriating her, the next few
Speaker 1: minutes seemed to pass in a blur. Giddy with excitement,
Speaker 1: she moves towards the exit, trying to look normal, trying
Speaker 1: to keep the small streak of guilt pushing through her
Speaker 1: mind from covering her expression. Helen giggles. She leaves this door.
Speaker 1: Her parents will be appalled. She heads towards the main street.
Speaker 1: She stops and takes a breath to calm her beating heart,
Speaker 1: which is still racing in her ears. She starts to
Speaker 1: reach into her handbag for her phone to cor Nicolt
Speaker 1: and tell her the crazy things she'd just done, when
Speaker 1: she realizes she's a bit lost and confused, and tries
Speaker 1: to get her bearings. She's been on these streets a
Speaker 1: dozen times, she's lived here for years, but nevertheless, she
Speaker 1: feels disorientated. Just as she starts to bring up her
Speaker 1: contact numbers, the sound of a voice startles her, and
Speaker 1: she drops her phone back into her purse and begins
Speaker 1: to walk quickly. Somewhere in the fog of this lazy dream,
Speaker 1: there's a voice uttering offwards in a stern tone of authority,
Speaker 1: of punishment. Stop right there, miss The dark shadows in
Speaker 1: his voice forces the fog of confusion away from Helene's mind.
Speaker 1: With the rush of excitement now turning to an overwhelming panic,
Speaker 1: her footsteps quicken into a run as she heads towards
Speaker 1: the main street, weaving between cars, fear coursing through her vein.
Speaker 1: But the man is only footsteps away, still pursuing her,
Speaker 1: closing him with every step. Her breath aches in her
Speaker 1: chest as she turns down the side road or where
Speaker 1: she can't outrun him, but hoping to see somewhere that
Speaker 1: perhaps she can hide. To her surprise, the alley mis
Speaker 1: basted in sunlight, no dark hidden corners here, just one
Speaker 1: steep fire escape. Had In desperately squats behind the metal
Speaker 1: grills of the fire escape, praying for a miracle that
Speaker 1: will save her from this mess, focusing on the ground
Speaker 1: in the faint hope that if she doesn't look up,
Speaker 1: maybe he just won't see her. Still, his footsteps slowed
Speaker 1: from a fast run to a slow, deliberate walk, every
Speaker 1: footfall echoing in the emptiness of the side road, every
Speaker 1: footstep pressing on her trembling heart. Maybe he will miss her,
Speaker 1: Maybe he will think she didn't come down here at all. Maybe,
Speaker 1: but the son accuses Helen as it casts a stranger's
Speaker 1: shadow before him, all is lost. Trembling with fear, Helen
Speaker 1: stands up, resigned to her fate. It's a policeman. My god,
Speaker 1: what has she gotten herself into? Miss A, I believe
Speaker 1: you left the happy endings Lingerie shot without paying. I'm
Speaker 1: going to have to ask you to open your coat.
Speaker 1: His silver badge shines brightly against his left chest, his
Speaker 1: police uniformer Chris Black, accentuating a pair of brilliantly blue
Speaker 1: eyes as he stares at Helen with an unknown look
Speaker 1: in his gaze, his police pattern in one hand, his
Speaker 1: phone in the other. Just the mere sight of him
Speaker 1: and the strong tone of his voice as are jerking
Speaker 1: to a complete halt and immediately releasing the buttons to
Speaker 1: her coat, Lingerie tumbles to the ground as her coat
Speaker 1: falls open. Suddenly, she feels so naked, so exposed. The
Speaker 1: policeman takes a step forward, his body strong and broad,
Speaker 1: his eyes penetrating her, holding her gaze with a ferocious intensity.
Speaker 1: He slides his cellphone back into his pocket. That's quite
Speaker 1: an impressive amount of Lingerie you lifted. Miss Helen's body
Speaker 1: trembles at the sound of his deep, unrelenting voices. His
Speaker 1: eyes caressed down her body with a firm stare. He
Speaker 1: pauses at her breast and her treacherous nipples turned to
Speaker 1: art pebbles underneath her thin summer dress. Despite the obvious
Speaker 1: act of shoplifting. For a moment, Helen considers begging the
Speaker 1: policeman not to arrest her, or making up some untruth
Speaker 1: about why she lifted the lingerie. The policeman looks at
Speaker 1: the lingerie and then at Helen as she feels a
Speaker 1: gentle throbbing building between her thighs. The afternoon breeze kissing
Speaker 1: along her panties, only accentuating the feeling of wet heat
Speaker 1: already dripping down her legs. As his eyes move across
Speaker 1: the soft flesh of her thighs, obviously aware that a
Speaker 1: damnness is probably glistening in the sun, she feels a tremble,
Speaker 1: a brief spasm deep in her pussy, which clutches under
Speaker 1: his withering gaze fixing on her eyes again. His gaze
Speaker 1: is stern, demanding, dominant, spread you thighs, miss goosebumps, electrify
Speaker 1: every inch of Helen's skin. My god, this was a policeman.
Speaker 1: He was seconds from arresting her, but still he's damn
Speaker 1: hear he's sexiest fuck, turning her breath racket, causing her
Speaker 1: pulse to raise in her chest. Electricity crackles between the
Speaker 1: two of them, and if Helen wasn't incorrect, he was
Speaker 1: growing hard underneath his black slacks. Fuck he's hot, and
Speaker 1: then thinks to herself, portraying her will. Her legs part
Speaker 1: and a few scramps of lingerie fall to the ground
Speaker 1: with her body warm and sticky from the from the
Speaker 1: heat of the summer day. Her dress rides up the
Speaker 1: curves of her thighs wickedly high, and she instantly feels
Speaker 1: her pussy exposed beneath her panties. The burning ache and
Speaker 1: he core inflamed at least ten felt by the slight
Speaker 1: breeze in the air. The Hot Sexy CoP's intensity burns
Speaker 1: brightly in his eyes as he takes another step closer.
Speaker 1: His tool stature dominates Helen, his voice's level strong and
Speaker 1: intimidating as he has anything else hidden up there. With
Speaker 1: what looks like a bend of a smile on his lips,
Speaker 1: Hot Sexy Cop slides his cold batter at the inside
Speaker 1: of Helen's sigh, teasing her to wet desire. As it
Speaker 1: touches her panties. She gasps and her body trembles involuntarily.
Speaker 1: Her eyes closed without warning, and a soft moan drops
Speaker 1: from her lips. A screaming wicked desire floods through her
Speaker 1: body while tracking his baton back firmly, possessively, and in
Speaker 1: what seems to be a seductive pace. Her body sways
Speaker 1: with lustful need as her thoughts run away from her.
Speaker 1: Helen shifts restlessly, her breath becoming ragged as passion burns
Speaker 1: through every cell in her body. You're going to have
Speaker 1: to take the dress off, miss, I need to see
Speaker 1: what else you have hidden. Surprised by his command and
Speaker 1: even more surprised by the flush of excitement throbbing in
Speaker 1: her pussy, she glances at him, fantasizing what his deep
Speaker 1: voice and stunning blue eyes might look and sound like
Speaker 1: pressed against her body. Oh, I got a cat strip
Speaker 1: not here? Aren't you going to take me to the
Speaker 1: police station? Then I would have to arrest you, and
Speaker 1: that might be unfortunate. With his voice flowing down her
Speaker 1: body and ending up trembling on her clip from nowhere,
Speaker 1: handcuffs appear in his hand, he reaches for Helene's wrist,
Speaker 1: and before she has time to think or speak, a
Speaker 1: metallic click announces her bondaach, turning her swiftly and pressing
Speaker 1: her against the cold metal of the handrail of the
Speaker 1: fire escape. He bends her over the escape, with her
Speaker 1: heart raising in her ears and her belly a bed
Speaker 1: of quivering butterflies. Her voice surprisingly comes out stern, I
Speaker 1: have nothing else hidden, Look at me? Where can I
Speaker 1: hide anything else? Alene's voice sees with anger for all
Speaker 1: the desire she feels moving through her body, But as
Speaker 1: much as it excites her to think of it, she
Speaker 1: could not and would not strip in front of this
Speaker 1: coup on a street in broad daylight. Slow Helen becomes
Speaker 1: aware of a movement under her dress, being bent over
Speaker 1: the handrail with her hands held tightly behind her back.
Speaker 1: There's nothing she can do to stop it, and she
Speaker 1: feels a gentle movement of silk teasing the top of
Speaker 1: her clip and moving between her thighs. She wields the
Speaker 1: quivering in her cord to stop. She holds her breath.
Speaker 1: She mumbles off the silent prayer to stop what feels
Speaker 1: like the beginning of an orgasm building inside her pussy.
Speaker 1: But then she hears a panty drop against the ground.
Speaker 1: Although silk, the crash of the stolen item is almost deafening.
Speaker 1: His breath burns at her ears. As the policeman leans
Speaker 1: in closer, his voice rings deep and heavy as he whispers,
Speaker 1: I think we'll call that evidence, and you no resist
Speaker 1: an officer is an offense and most definitely punishable. Fuck
Speaker 1: you and do your worst, Hot sexy Cop. Deciding the
Speaker 1: only defense she has left his anger, Helen spits her
Speaker 1: words at him, denying her arousal, her needs, denying him
Speaker 1: the pleasure of her just surrendering to his dominant desires.
Speaker 1: Wishing like how she hadn't called him by the pet
Speaker 1: name she had already ingrained in her mind. Hot sexy
Speaker 1: cop is it. There's almost humor in his voice, his
Speaker 1: breath hot against her neck. Someone needs to learn some
Speaker 1: manners when talking to a man with authority. His hands
Speaker 1: lift her dress the short distance to her pelvis. With
Speaker 1: the breeze biting at her ass, his hands slip into
Speaker 1: her panties, ripping them from her unresisting body, startling Helen.
Speaker 1: She feels helpless, She feels out of control. She feels
Speaker 1: turned on, that of her damn mind. Before she could
Speaker 1: think of what to do, we'll say. When the sudden
Speaker 1: breeze kisses her pussy, it forces a gasp, then a
Speaker 1: drawn out, salacious moan from her lips. His hand feels
Speaker 1: like red heat as it connects with her ass, once twice,
Speaker 1: then again, each strike hard and aggressive, sending pulses of
Speaker 1: pain through her cheeks and a deep, incessant need rippling
Speaker 1: inside her pussy. Fuck how helln cries, clenching with desire,
Speaker 1: her core throbbing with need, A scent of her arousal
Speaker 1: a dead giveaway to the need she feels inside. His
Speaker 1: hand strikes her ass again with even more force, a
Speaker 1: tremor of pain shooting through a cleaton, firing sensations up
Speaker 1: her stomach and straight into her nipples. My god, what
Speaker 1: are you doing? Why are you doing this? Helen cries out,
Speaker 1: her lower body quivering as his fingers linger on the
Speaker 1: lips of her pussy. Because I can, because you're letting me.
Speaker 1: He runs a hand gently over Helen's mound and over
Speaker 1: the stinging cheeks of her ass, and as the pain subside,
Speaker 1: is replaced by the warm, tingle of pleasure moving through
Speaker 1: a body. As the gentle caresses of his fingers tease
Speaker 1: her sensations, further heightening the pleasure moving through a body,
Speaker 1: forcing another moan of desire from her lips. You won't
Speaker 1: be able to sit down for a week. Blondie, not
Speaker 1: without thinking of me. His whispers harsh and stern and
Speaker 1: god so erotic, so controlling. When his hand crashes back down,
Speaker 1: her ass burns with pain, her pussy quivering with pleasure.
Speaker 1: He huffs out a laugh and draws his finger through
Speaker 1: the crack of herass until he's rubbing her clip. You
Speaker 1: can be good now, baby girl. Doorway with Axit may
Speaker 1: get you thrown into the back of a police car,
Speaker 1: possibly with a dirty policeman. His whisper is dark and dominant,
Speaker 1: reeking with promises of pleasure and pain. Helen digs her
Speaker 1: nails into his wrists in defiance, resisting him, fighting him,
Speaker 1: wanting him worse than an ex breath, go tell, Helen
Speaker 1: spits out with no humor. This time, he sucks in
Speaker 1: a breath and pushes his baton against her thighs, forcing
Speaker 1: her legs to open even further. The air leaves Helen's
Speaker 1: lungs in a rush. Every movie he makes possessive and illegal,
Speaker 1: yet causing image after image of the two of them
Speaker 1: fucking to play through her mind. The look on his
Speaker 1: face as he pushes inside her for the first time,
Speaker 1: the sound of his voice when those burst warm threads
Speaker 1: of seaman leave his body and enter hers. Her pussy
Speaker 1: lips aparted the breeze, kissing the stinging pleasure on her clit.
Speaker 1: Sexy cop traces a line up her thighs. The tender flesh,
Speaker 1: excruciatingly sensitive its cold surface, presses along her pussy, her nipples,
Speaker 1: tightening her clit, swelling her body, aching from head to toe. Oh,
Speaker 1: my fucking god, and then cries out as he presses
Speaker 1: the wicked baton against her throbbing clit, the words automatic
Speaker 1: and reactive to the sin filled pleasure burning through a body.
Speaker 1: Are you going to be good? Baby? Girl? Is whisper
Speaker 1: insiduously finds its way to a clit, forcing the pleasure
Speaker 1: to grow. She gets somewhere deep inside her inner Brad
Speaker 1: shouts her rebellion. Oh, she spits out between the gas
Speaker 1: of pleasure. Very well, He murmurs, the depth of his voice,
Speaker 1: making Helen tremble all over. He drops his bat on
Speaker 1: and there's a brief rush of airs. His hand strikes
Speaker 1: the sensitive flesh between her thighs and punishes her wanton
Speaker 1: clit with a vicious lust. Holy mother, a fucking god,
Speaker 1: and the screams as his hand stays on her clip.
Speaker 1: His skin is warm, the gentle pressure somehow heightening the
Speaker 1: pain vibrating through her. Just as the agonizing burn begins
Speaker 1: to subside and give way to the now familiar sensation
Speaker 1: of pleasure. Helen never knew she held hot, sexy copped
Speaker 1: finger circles her clit, teasing at with the tip of
Speaker 1: his nail, her body trembling from the lust aching inside. God,
Speaker 1: she needs to come. She aches for it. She really
Speaker 1: doesn't know how much longer she can hold it off.
Speaker 1: Her clit and pussies, scream with knees wet, a rouse
Speaker 1: or streams down athighes. Her lower belly tenses and titans
Speaker 1: with the need to climax. With his long fingers grasping
Speaker 1: her clip, then forcibly pulling it, he drags Helen's pleasure
Speaker 1: to a whole new level of need and desperation. Gone
Speaker 1: is the goody Goody. Gone is a virtuous and innocent
Speaker 1: girl raised by a Baptist preacher who had been saving
Speaker 1: herself for that one special man. Holy fuck, she cries,
Speaker 1: I'll be cut, I will I'll do anything you ask.
Speaker 1: Please just fuck me, She gasps, unable to resist her
Speaker 1: orgasm any longer Jesus. The sexy policeman utters, dragging the
Speaker 1: zipper on her dress down, ignoring the remaining lingerie. Falling
Speaker 1: to the ground, he releases her cuffed hand. Her dress
Speaker 1: follows the lingerie, ending in a pool around her ankles.
Speaker 1: His arm falls around her, possessively, dominantly, demandingly. For the
Speaker 1: first time, Lincoln phil is body against hers as his
Speaker 1: mouth presses against her neck, biting and teasing the delicate skin,
Speaker 1: the hard erection behind his slack pressing into her ass
Speaker 1: and making the flash of her thighs quiver viciously. Turning
Speaker 1: to face him, Helen loses herself in the intensity of
Speaker 1: his gaze and beautiful face. Heat burns deep within his gaze,
Speaker 1: a look of raw, animalistic desire etched deep in his expression.
Speaker 1: Lifting her hands in his the click of the handcuff
Speaker 1: on the upper step of the fire escape does nothing
Speaker 1: but arouse her, further bound by lust and handcuffs. Though
Speaker 1: shot by the fury of a reaction to this complete stranger,
Speaker 1: Helen nonetheless embraces her submission completely. His fingers trace a
Speaker 1: line down her arms. She shifts uncomfortably, with desire pulsing
Speaker 1: through her body up her spine along her neck. Even
Speaker 1: her fingertips feel sensitive. Caressing the curves of her press
Speaker 1: he teases around her erect nipples, not touching them, just
Speaker 1: teasing the desire in them. Aching with lust, Helen pushes
Speaker 1: her breast forward, willing him to squeeze, to bite, to punish.
Speaker 1: As he stares into her eyes, she can only focus
Speaker 1: on the passion flickering in his gaze and those thick
Speaker 1: lips of his, wanton and wet. Finally, his lips embrace hers.
Speaker 1: His mouth is warm with the faint trace of winter green.
Speaker 1: He bites her bottomed lips savagely, metallic taste of her
Speaker 1: own blood, stimulating her carnal desire. His finger and thumb
Speaker 1: pinch mercilessly at her nipple. But unable to scream in pleasure,
Speaker 1: Helen can only breathe his lustful breath as his tongue
Speaker 1: presses against hers. A wildfire of pleasure moves through Helen's body.
Speaker 1: When he suddenly releases her nipple. His hands drop then
Speaker 1: grasp between her thighs, rubbing her clip with force desire,
Speaker 1: and then he thrust two fingers deep into a pussy,
Speaker 1: stretching her, massaging her, forcing her orgasm through a body,
Speaker 1: and then he stops, his lips moved from hers. What
Speaker 1: the fuck she thinks she was seconds from coming. He
Speaker 1: shoots her another sexy bend of a grin as his
Speaker 1: fingertip caresses around her a pulsing pussy. It feels like
Speaker 1: a lover's kiss, gentle, soft, but also frustrating. He relentlessly
Speaker 1: teases over a cliit, the ache now too great to ignore. Please,
Speaker 1: then whispers, by God, let me come, not yet, not
Speaker 1: until I say, He responds, his voice authoritative and level,
Speaker 1: in absolute control. The frustrating agony in a clit is
Speaker 1: more painful than one hundred hours of spanking. It's agony,
Speaker 1: pure and simple. It's fucking unbearable, and he damn well
Speaker 1: knows it. He grins his He watches Helen's squirm, clearly
Speaker 1: getting off on her discomfort, clearly punishing her with his dark,
Speaker 1: sadistic moves. Lost in a fog of desire and lust.
Speaker 1: Some minutes later, maybe five or hell, maybe five hours,
Speaker 1: Helen no longer knew how long he'd been teasing, taunting,
Speaker 1: and tormenting her. It felt like she'd been held on
Speaker 1: the edge of her orgasm, beyond her endurance. So was
Speaker 1: this what a sadist did to his lover? Was hot
Speaker 1: sexy copper sexual sadist? His hand moves around her neck,
Speaker 1: and for a moment he caresses it gently, tenderly, lovingly,
Speaker 1: But all too soon the moment ends and he's grasping tightly.
Speaker 1: Helen grasps for breath. Any sensibility's vanishing in the midst
Speaker 1: of lust, her body consumed with desire, with passion, with
Speaker 1: want and need. All she knows is she needs him
Speaker 1: inside her, with all his hate and arrogance. She needs
Speaker 1: a sadistic man to take her, to control her, and
Speaker 1: to fuck her hard. Fuck what sexy cop says. Then
Speaker 1: lowers his slacks, his cock upright hard and the tip glistening.
Speaker 1: Grasping her thigh with his free hand, he lifts her
Speaker 1: leg around his waist and thrust deep into her. At last,
Speaker 1: her lips stretched to accommodate his girth as he pushes
Speaker 1: deeper and deeper, each thrust faster and faster, furious with passion,
Speaker 1: gasping for a breath and struggling against his fingers still
Speaker 1: tight on her throat. Aze of dizziness fails Helen's mind,
Speaker 1: and she clapses towards unconsciousness. Without warning, he releases her throat,
Speaker 1: and the rush of air fills her brain her lungs.
Speaker 1: As his fingers tweak her nipple and the other hand
Speaker 1: pinches her clit. An orgasm explodes over her body, uncontrolled,
Speaker 1: under strained, every nerve igniting in pleasure or desperately clutching pussy,
Speaker 1: forcing his orgasm to release inside her. Hot satisfaction fills
Speaker 1: her pussy and rips down her thighs as he continues
Speaker 1: to thrust until the final drops of his climax, stroking
Speaker 1: her hair from her eyes. He watches her for a moment,
Speaker 1: then he pushes his lips against hers and kisses her tenderly, sensuously.
Speaker 1: Helen trembles as the final whist of her orgasm moves
Speaker 1: through her body. He presses his mouth against her ear,
Speaker 1: his breath hot, mintian elevated. You're so beautiful when you come.
Speaker 1: He kisses her neck gently, and Helen's body shakes from
Speaker 1: the pleasure of hot sexy CoP's lips pressed tight against
Speaker 1: her flesh and his throbbing cock that's still hard, still thick,
Speaker 1: and still sing inside her. He takes her head between
Speaker 1: his palms, and massages her temples with the pads of
Speaker 1: his thumbs. Baby girl, clean me off every inch. He
Speaker 1: releases her handcuffs and in seconds she's dropping to her knees, obeying, submitting,
Speaker 1: and taking his throbbing cock between her lips. She slides
Speaker 1: her mouth up and down the long shaft that tastes
Speaker 1: like both their satisfaction. She kisses gently and slides her
Speaker 1: tongue up and down and over the warm, thick bulb
Speaker 1: until she's licked away every remnant of her release. His
Speaker 1: hand reaches down to gently caress her chin and tips
Speaker 1: her head up. You have the most beautiful eyes. His
Speaker 1: voice is full of strength and confidence, every word, embracing
Speaker 1: Helen with a warmth, with an inspiration with security. Although
Speaker 1: we still have the matter of the stolen nree, Might
Speaker 1: I suggest you collect it up? Then I will take
Speaker 1: it back to happy Endings and simply say you got away.
Speaker 1: And then next week I suggest you try the Headonistic
Speaker 1: Desire sex shop. I'll beyond duty. At the same time,
Speaker 1: he grins playfully, warming Helen from head to toe. And
Speaker 1: by the way, I think you'd look amazing and red
Speaker 1: Olt sexy cop helps her with the clothes kisses her
Speaker 1: on the nose, and then the two of them part
Speaker 1: the ways. Today has been a major first for Helen.
Speaker 1: She's done something crazy. She's done something illegal and out
Speaker 1: of bounds of sanity, even by her best friend Nicole standards.
Speaker 1: She's also done something she never saw herself doing. She
Speaker 1: demersed herself from the pleasure, submitting to a man a
Speaker 1: stranger had never even asked her name, her hot sexy
Speaker 1: comp So I hope you like that story. I hope.
Speaker 1: I hope it touches you in all the right places.
Speaker 1: And so that's it for another Wild in bed. So
Speaker 1: that's it for this week. I'm so glad that we
Speaker 1: got into bed together this week. But for now, this
Speaker 1: is Devlin Wild saying good night and always with your
Speaker 1: pleasure in mind. At a ducted last and into everyday
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