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Speaker 1: just an hour after she sent the message for Melissa
Speaker 1: to start regretting pressing the ZEM button. He looked at
Speaker 1: her photos again. She could see it was her, definitely
Speaker 1: her marks and blemishes, even the small birthmark on her thigh.
Speaker 1: How could Chris not recognize her? He had seen her
Speaker 1: whole body, intimately, he wouldn't know it for sure. It
Speaker 1: was another thirty minutes before her phone dinged with an email.
Speaker 1: She wasn't sure if she should be angry, disappointed, or
Speaker 1: relieved by the message. Sure more, that sounds great. I
Speaker 1: would love to keep my ropes around you. Ropes he
Speaker 1: has ropes. Melissa paused for a moment, trying to remember
Speaker 1: if she'd seen any ropes in the house. Does he
Speaker 1: have an apartment and with all his paraphernalire in maybe
Speaker 1: a lock up somewhere, or perhaps he just keeps it
Speaker 1: in the trunk of his car. Fuck? Was this going
Speaker 1: to even work? What was she actually expecting? And did
Speaker 1: he always respond to these women so enthusiastically. Once a
Speaker 1: panic had subsided, the anger returned. He obviously wasn't just
Speaker 1: on that website to look at photos. Picking up her phone,
Speaker 1: she decided that playing the innocent young lady would be best.
Speaker 1: After all, it wasn't that far from the truth. I
Speaker 1: knew to all this, but very eager to learn. Where
Speaker 1: would you suggest we start? Chris? For some reason, she
Speaker 1: had actually put on her most innocent and naive face
Speaker 1: while typing the message, as if that was going to
Speaker 1: make a difference. She had barely lowered her hand before
Speaker 1: the phone dinged again. Let's start by calling me sir,
Speaker 1: and I think I will call you my little pink kitten. Sir? Really,
Speaker 1: since when did he think he deserves to be called sir?
Speaker 1: Biting her lip, Melissa how 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. Tonight, I want
Speaker 1: you to spank your clit as you do, and tomorrow
Speaker 1: you can tell me how it feels. M Been there,
Speaker 1: done it, Chris. You just don't realize, Melissa thought. Can't
Speaker 1: 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 replied,
Speaker 1: giggling 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 hat 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 in 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 her. 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: trailing off to a sneer, her lips curling an expression
Speaker 1: that didn't 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 a 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 clothes 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 enjoying playing pink Kitten. Just a shame
Speaker 1: it had to be with Chris. When she returned from work,
Speaker 1: the house was deathly silent. Chris was obviously not home,
Speaker 1: yet it had been the same every day since the
Speaker 1: kids had left home. Melissa never really appreciated the life
Speaker 1: they brought into the house. Since they were gone. Being
Speaker 1: just her and Chris, it seemed as cold as the
Speaker 1: tomb most nights. Maybe that's why he strayed in the
Speaker 1: first place, she thought. Melissa actually felt relieved. She wasn't
Speaker 1: 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 mass smiled at her from on top of the
Speaker 1: Wigan luingery. Melissa could not help but smile back. There
Speaker 1: was something that changed when she slipped the mask on
Speaker 1: her head, like she let go of Melissa a little,
Speaker 1: let go of all her stresses and worries, just for
Speaker 1: a little while. She became more ragg She could be
Speaker 1: playful and naughty, flirtatious and fun. Looking at the lingerie,
Speaker 1: it didn't fit with moragg 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 kit and mask. It
Speaker 1: didn't take long for the memories of Red Curls video
Speaker 1: to return to her mind. Her pussy trembled as the
Speaker 1: images replayed through her head. Something about passing over control
Speaker 1: like that, about yielding to someone else, letting them decide
Speaker 1: their pleasure, seemed so damned hot. Parting her eyes, Melissa's
Speaker 1: hands stole between her lips, massaging them firmly. The warmth
Speaker 1: of her duces tingled on her fingertips as she rubbed
Speaker 1: her hand up, and 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 clid and her
Speaker 1: thighs tightened around her hand. Melissa writhed on the pat
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 clid with a loud slapping noise, her pussy
Speaker 1: burning with the pleasure, the electricity shooting through her sending
Speaker 1: her body into ruptures. 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, burning
Speaker 1: with an angry red. She hadn't quite realized how wet
Speaker 1: she was. Melissa pushed her hand back against her eyes
Speaker 1: and felt her pussy gently fuck her. Whole body trembled
Speaker 1: as she pushed her finger back inside. Sliding them out,
Speaker 1: she lifted them into her mouth, tasting her cum, something
Speaker 1: she had never done before. It tasted so good, and
Speaker 1: to 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 male, 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 y sis, sir,
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 bag 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 afflicked
Speaker 1: through the endless repeats on TV. It was another ten
Speaker 1: minutes before more got a text message saying, you're such
Speaker 1: a bad pink kitten. You made me so hard at
Speaker 1: my meeting. I had to go to the bathroom three times.
Speaker 1: When Chris eventually walked back through the door carrying bags
Speaker 1: of Chinese food, she took a deep breath before going
Speaker 1: to meet him. He seemed jubilant, excited, good meeting, She asked,
Speaker 1: let's see, I'm famished, He replied, cheerfully ignoring her question.
Speaker 1: She asked several times about the meeting during their meal together,
Speaker 1: and every time he brushed the question away with some
Speaker 1: flippant statement about having to reconvene another day. And so
Speaker 1: the days passed, Chris would make more and more requests
Speaker 1: and she would simply comply. Every night, Chris wore it
Speaker 1: late and with return would take out with a strangely
Speaker 1: happy bounce to his step. One day, he asked more
Speaker 1: Rag if she had ever been tied up. She replied, no,
Speaker 1: would you like to see me tied up? Grateful for
Speaker 1: the order of manacles. There was somewhere between the leather
Speaker 1: to lights in 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, christenly turned
Speaker 1: 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 insider again,
Speaker 1: sliding her jeans and panties down the legs as she
Speaker 1: undid his pants, cock so hard and throbbing, she had
Speaker 1: never seen him so wret Without waiting, he slid to
Speaker 1: the floor and moved between her thighs, pressing his cock
Speaker 1: deep into a pussy, hammering it home. Melissa wrapped her
Speaker 1: legs around his waist to feel his raction completer. Within seconds,
Speaker 1: Chris was tensing against her, his heart erupting into a pussy.
Speaker 1: Melissa moaned, dutifully faking her satisfaction as Chris rolled off,
Speaker 1: did his pants up, and slid back onto the sofa.
Speaker 1: Was that it, she thought as she wiped away, Chris
Speaker 1: has come from a pussy with a tissue. She had
Speaker 1: no doubt that he had just fucked more Rag in
Speaker 1: his mind. Would he fuck Morag for real? She wondered
Speaker 1: as she pulled her jeans back up and sat on
Speaker 1: the sofa. The next day box arrived. There was nothing
Speaker 1: to indicate where it was from. Dont Melissa knew they
Speaker 1: had certainly taken a lot less time to arrive than
Speaker 1: she had imagined it would. Sliding a knife carefully through
Speaker 1: the taping on the box from Leather Deelights dot co
Speaker 1: dot UK, the lid opened, the warm smell of leather
Speaker 1: filled the room. Of all the things she was expecting,
Speaker 1: she wasn't expecting the fragrance of leather to be so beautiful,
Speaker 1: such a turn on. She paused for a moment, immersing
Speaker 1: herself in her newfound sensory pleasure, Eventually shaking her head
Speaker 1: to break the spell, Melissa pushed her hands gently into
Speaker 1: the box, her fingertips feeling the edge of a leather cuff.
Speaker 1: There was something so immensely powerful about the feeling of
Speaker 1: the leather. He just screamed submit. Taking it out, she
Speaker 1: looked at it for a moment, running her fingers over
Speaker 1: the perfect stitching. The lilac swayed so sensuous to her touch.
Speaker 1: She looked at the heavy buckles for a moment. Unrolling
Speaker 1: the cuff, she placed it around her wrist as she
Speaker 1: fixed a strap into place. Then there was a new sensation,
Speaker 1: something she hadn't been expecting, an intense need just to
Speaker 1: let go, to place her satisfaction in the hands of another,
Speaker 1: to submit completely. Damn it, she felt like falling to
Speaker 1: her knees right now. One thing she did decide when
Speaker 1: all this was done with Chris, she needed to find someone,
Speaker 1: a playmate, to help her explore all this sexuality. She
Speaker 1: couldn't believe how much her pussy was screaming for satisfaction
Speaker 1: from wearing a single cuff. Melissa rotated the cuff on
Speaker 1: her risk. The suede really was surprisingly sensual. It wasn't
Speaker 1: just soft, It caressed her, It sent tingles up and
Speaker 1: down her back. Somehow it made her feel so damn feminine.
Speaker 1: Finding the flogger in the box, Melissa studied it for
Speaker 1: a moment, running her fingers through the strand. It was
Speaker 1: an immensely erotic sensation of having the strands teased between
Speaker 1: her fingers. Pausing for a moment, Melissa made a decision
Speaker 1: and moved to the sofa with the flogger and cuff.
Speaker 1: Quickly dropping her jeans, she sat down and teased the
Speaker 1: flogger's strands over her thighs. Holding her breath, she brought
Speaker 1: the flogger down hard against her pale skin. The sting
Speaker 1: burned through her legs as her as he clenched and
Speaker 1: wanton desire. Fuck. She was wet already. The kiss of
Speaker 1: the strands left a harsh red mark. Grabbing her phone,
Speaker 1: Melissa took a photo, careful to avoid the obvious soufro underneath.
Speaker 1: Putting her phone back down, she told the flogger once
Speaker 1: more and brought it down hard. Damn it, it felt
Speaker 1: so good. Sending the photo to Chris by messenger, she
Speaker 1: simply added the text, so I'm practicing on my own.
Speaker 1: Within seconds, she had a reply, Fuck, pink kitten, that
Speaker 1: looks so good. You make me so hard. Her grin
Speaker 1: soured as she remembered Chris wasn't replying to her. He
Speaker 1: was texting morek the bustard. She needed to be done
Speaker 1: with this bullshit. She decided she had found something that
Speaker 1: really turned her on and needed to experience it in
Speaker 1: full and right now. Chris was stopping that. She took
Speaker 1: a close up photo of the solitary manacle on her wrist,
Speaker 1: sending it to Chris, She added, need help with these.
Speaker 1: When can we meet? The response was far from as
Speaker 1: quick as normal. In fact, it took fifteen minutes for
Speaker 1: him to reply, we can't meet. I'm married. I love
Speaker 1: my wife. We just don't enjoy the same thing sexually.
Speaker 1: I'm sorry. Pink Kitten, Melissa sighed heavily. Was she relieved,
Speaker 1: she guessed so, but she couldn't ignore this desire that
Speaker 1: burned through her. Now she needed to experience his bondage.
Speaker 1: She texted back, uh okay, I understand, and placed her
Speaker 1: phone silently down on the sofa, realizing to her surprise
Speaker 1: that she actually felt disappointed at what She wasn't really
Speaker 1: sure she'd enjoyed playing morag and oddly enough, even pink
Speaker 1: Kitten it had given her a sexual freedom to experience
Speaker 1: something else rather than Melissa, part time accountant a mother
Speaker 1: of three. She was pretty irritated that Chris wasn't meeting people.
Speaker 1: Oddly enough, she had a plan and an idea of
Speaker 1: what was going to happen next that had just been
Speaker 1: flushed away. She also realized she hated him for meeting
Speaker 1: these women when he obviously hadn't been. The anger was
Speaker 1: still there, though, if anything, it had increased because she
Speaker 1: felt her plans, her satisfaction was now being derailed. She
Speaker 1: sighed as she stood up and fastened her genes. Taking
Speaker 1: the rest of the delivery, she walled up their bedroom
Speaker 1: and put it in the overnight bag, pausing for one
Speaker 1: last moment to feel the beautifully crafted cuffs. Once more.
Speaker 1: Zipping up the bag, she dropped her back into its
Speaker 1: hidden place. It wasn't until early evening she had realized
Speaker 1: she had gone through the rest of the day on autopilot.
Speaker 1: She'd been mourning Morag, but this was stupid. Morag was
Speaker 1: a creational story. She wasn't real how the hell could
Speaker 1: she be mourning her? Yet she generally felt she was
Speaker 1: the sound of the garage door opening and closing. Brought
Speaker 1: her back to the present. Shit. Chris was home. Had
Speaker 1: he texted her? How come he was home to early?
Speaker 1: Had he actually figured out her a little game? Rising
Speaker 1: to meet him as he walked to the kitchen door,
Speaker 1: his face was dark and solemn. What's up, she ventured,
Speaker 1: Nothing really, just a crap day at work, he said,
Speaker 1: his tone dismal. Fancy something to eat, she asked, trying
Speaker 1: to sound cheerful. He really looked pained, and she could
Speaker 1: not help but feel sorry for him. I'm not really hungry.
Speaker 1: I just want a glass of wine and sit in
Speaker 1: front of the TV to forget to day, he responded sourly,
Speaker 1: and so the evening passed without a word between them,
Speaker 1: both privately and mourning for the woman that never was.
Speaker 1: Chris fell asleep quickly as they retired to bed, almost
Speaker 1: like he wanted to put the day behind him. Watching
Speaker 1: the ceiling fance bin lazily in the shadows, Melissa thought
Speaker 1: over the past few days, trying to bring the loose
Speaker 1: ends to a conclusion. Silently, she rolled out of bed
Speaker 1: and opened her closet, Looking down at the overnight peg.
Speaker 1: She sighed deeply before returning to bed, putting her arms
Speaker 1: around Chris for the first time in what seemed like forever.
Speaker 1: She immersed herself in the feeling of his heart beat,
Speaker 1: gently throbbing through his chest. Sliding her hand over the
Speaker 1: plane of his stomach, she felt for his cock, massaging
Speaker 1: his pulls gently. His fingers moved over her wrist and
Speaker 1: gripped her hand, pushing it backwards in rejection. Once his
Speaker 1: hand had moved behind him, Melissa brought her other hand
Speaker 1: up and pushed the cuff around his wrist, fastening it clumsily.
Speaker 1: Taking advantage of his sleeve filled mind, she quickly clipped
Speaker 1: it to the metal frame of the bed, forcing him
Speaker 1: to roll on to his back. Straddling his stomach, she
Speaker 1: quickly grabbed his other wrist, securing it in the other
Speaker 1: manacle to the bed frame. Leaning over, she flicked the
Speaker 1: bedside lamp on before retrieving the flogger. Moving back, she
Speaker 1: pushed his thighs apart as she watched the look of
Speaker 1: absolute shock on his face with more than a little amusement.
Speaker 1: Teasing the strands of the flogger over his thighs, she purred,
Speaker 1: you've been such a bad boy, Chris. What should I
Speaker 1: do with you? Chris opened his mouth to speak. Don't speak, sir,
Speaker 1: she said, with a hint of disdain to her voice,
Speaker 1: unless you want me to stuff my web panties in
Speaker 1: your mouth. Chris just stared in absolute disbelief at the
Speaker 1: sight of a naked Melissa straddling him, wearing her pink
Speaker 1: kitten mask while he was tied to the bed. Melissa
Speaker 1: brought the flogger down in a short movement. His thighs
Speaker 1: tensed from the sensation. His cock twitched, swelling in anticipation.
Speaker 1: This obviously is his thing, Melissa mused, watching his cock
Speaker 1: stiffen as she continued to flock his naked thighs, his
Speaker 1: moans growing in direct proportion to the angry red trails
Speaker 1: left by the kiss of the flogger. Dropping her head,
Speaker 1: she traced a firm line with her tongue up his
Speaker 1: balls and along his shaft, before giggling, coiling, and saying,
Speaker 1: kitneath her cream. You're not going to deny her that pleasure,
Speaker 1: are you, sir. His cock was already weeping pre combe
Speaker 1: as she teased the tip of him with her tongue,
Speaker 1: watching him shake his head furiously. His hip thrust as
Speaker 1: her lips sank down along his length. Feeling him so
Speaker 1: hard in her mouth. Ah, sir, you can't come until
Speaker 1: I say, she said, sliding her mouth from his pulsing colck.
Speaker 1: Moving forward, she took his shaft in her hand, moving
Speaker 1: it between her thighs, teasing his tip along her lips
Speaker 1: before rubbing it firmly against her clip. The sensation of
Speaker 1: power as she watched him writhe under her grasp fueled
Speaker 1: her own arousal, Positioning him for a moment. She slid
Speaker 1: his cock between her folds before impaling herself on him. Together,
Speaker 1: they groaned loudly at the sensation. Melissa's hips rocked on him.
Speaker 1: Sitting straight up, she repeatedly impelled herself as her hands
Speaker 1: grasped her breast, massaging them. It was obvious Chris was
Speaker 1: desperate to touch her, but the manacles prevented anything. For
Speaker 1: the smallest movement of his hairs pinching her nipples, Wave
Speaker 1: after wave of intense pleasure vibrated through a body as
Speaker 1: Chris swelled inside her a pussy clutching at him with
Speaker 1: desperate need. Her orgasm rose out of nowhere and immersed
Speaker 1: her whole body in a wildfire. Her coarse squeezed his
Speaker 1: eration tightly. She couldn't help but moan loudly as her
Speaker 1: body exploded in pleasure. Chris's come filled her pussy, hot
Speaker 1: jets of cream caressing her walls, sliding off his still
Speaker 1: throbbing cock. She moved to the bed, kneeling over his
Speaker 1: mouth as she lowered her dripping lips to meet his hungrily.
Speaker 1: Chris flicked his tongue over her pussy, their mutual come
Speaker 1: dripping over his chin, gyrating her hips. The weight of
Speaker 1: her orgasm grew again, forcing Melissa to hold on to
Speaker 1: the bed. Head fuck, she cried out as a cataclysm
Speaker 1: of her orgasm pummeled her body. Looking down through the
Speaker 1: cardboard cut out eyes, Chris's chin glistened with cumb sliding
Speaker 1: down his body. Her lips teas that come from his chin,
Speaker 1: her tongue caressing him, feeling it drifting down her own chin.
Speaker 1: She looked up at him before lifting her mouth and
Speaker 1: sucking his lips. As her tongues explored each other's taste.
Speaker 1: Melissa rubbed her still trembling clit over his stomach, a
Speaker 1: trail of her juices ran over his skin. Finally, she
Speaker 1: just looked up at him and whispered, we did this
Speaker 1: together Chris, her gentle smile becoming darker, or I might
Speaker 1: have to suck your cock clean off. Her hand lowered
Speaker 1: between them and squeezed his sensitive cock with an almost
Speaker 1: playful aggression. Chris just nodded in agreement as his body
Speaker 1: trembled in her harsh grip. So until next week when
Speaker 1: we have the start of a new story and you
Speaker 1: and I can get wild in bed all over again.
Speaker 1: Ah yes, But until then, and always with your pleasure
Speaker 1: in mind. This is Devil in wild, wishing you solacious dreams.
Speaker 2: Up a trip to Spain and at a decate the
Speaker 2: aducted page and into at saducted