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Speaker 1: It took just an hour after she sent the message
Speaker 1: for Melissa to start regretting, pressing the zem button. He
Speaker 1: looked at her photos again. She could see it was her,
Speaker 1: definitely her marks and blemishes, even the small birthmark on
Speaker 1: her thigh. How could Chris not recognize her? He had
Speaker 1: seen her whole body, intimately, he wouldn't know it for sure.
Speaker 1: It was another thirty minutes before her phone dinged with
Speaker 1: an e mail. She wasn't sure if she should be angry, disappointed,
Speaker 1: or relieved by the message. Sure moreg that sounds great.
Speaker 1: I would love to keep my ropes around you. Ropes
Speaker 1: he has ropes. Melissa paused for a moment, trying to
Speaker 1: remember if she'd seen any ropes in the house. Does
Speaker 1: he have an apartment with all his paraphernalia 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 barely lowered her hand before the
Speaker 1: phone dinged again. Let's start by calling me sir, and
Speaker 1: I think I will call you my little pink kitten. Sir? Really,
Speaker 1: since when did he think he deserve to be called sir?
Speaker 1: Biting her, 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. Mm. 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 five minutes, so we'll have to wait
Speaker 1: to speak again tomorrow. Oh okay, sir, Melissa replied, giggling
Speaker 1: as she typed. The last time she'd heard the local
Speaker 1: 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 he air,
Speaker 1: she 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 car
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, am I to argue? Her voice training
Speaker 1: off to a sneer, her lips curling, an expression that
Speaker 1: didn't quite fit with the playful pink kitten mask that
Speaker 1: adorned her face. Holding her phone up, she clicked the
Speaker 1: 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 clothes hanging, she selected her normal suit for
Speaker 1: the part time job in the accoun Mountains. She actually
Speaker 1: felt kind of deflated. Despite all her anger and bile,
Speaker 1: she was actually quite enjoying 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 mass smiled at her from on top of the
Speaker 1: Wigan lingery. 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, and just
Speaker 1: for a little while, she became Moragg. 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 to 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 controble like that,
Speaker 1: about yielding to someone else, letting them decide their pleasure,
Speaker 1: seemed so damned hot. Parting her eyes, Melissa's hands stole
Speaker 1: between her lips, massaging them firmly. The warmth of her
Speaker 1: duces tingled on her fingertips. As she rubbed her hand
Speaker 1: up and down, she made the first contact with her clet.
Speaker 1: She rose off the bed, inviting the invasion of her
Speaker 1: fingers as she pushed to inside, moaning in response to
Speaker 1: her own caress, she slid them in and out furiously,
Speaker 1: her thumb pressed on her clid and her thighs tightened
Speaker 1: around her hand. Melissa writhed on the pat as she
Speaker 1: could feel the burning sensation moving through a corner. Her
Speaker 1: fingers pounded into a pussy, the sound of her slick
Speaker 1: 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 fetal 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 come, something
Speaker 1: she had never done before, but the tasted so good,
Speaker 1: and to day felt like a day for doing things
Speaker 1: that you had never done before. Checking the photo for
Speaker 1: any incriminating giveaways, she could only find a male, but
Speaker 1: she guessed loads of women had moles on the top
Speaker 1: of their thighs. Besides which, it had been so long
Speaker 1: since Chris had been down on her. She seriously doubted
Speaker 1: he would have recognized a tattoo if she had one,
Speaker 1: Messaging Chris the photo with the simple text of I
Speaker 1: couldn't resist her. Please don't think I'm a bad girl,
Speaker 1: she grinned, wondering whether or not he would open the message.
Speaker 1: Rolling off the bed, she stood a little shakily before
Speaker 1: replacing the mask back into the back and hiding it
Speaker 1: in the closet, Deciding a shower would be a good
Speaker 1: idea now before Chris came home, she returned to normal life.
Speaker 1: It was another hour before she got a text from
Speaker 1: Chris saying on way home picking up takeout. Relieved at
Speaker 1: not at least having to cook, she relaxed on the sofa,
Speaker 1: halflicked through the endless repeats on TV. It was another
Speaker 1: ten minutes before morere got a text Messy saying you're
Speaker 1: such a bad pink kitten. You made me so hard
Speaker 1: at my meeting. I had to go to the bathroom
Speaker 1: three times. When Chris eventually walked back through the door
Speaker 1: carrying bags of Chinese food, she took a deep breath
Speaker 1: before going to meet him. He seemed jubilant, excited. Good meeting,
Speaker 1: She asked let's see it. I'm famished, he replied, cheerfully,
Speaker 1: ignoring her question. She asked several times about the meeting
Speaker 1: during their 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 marl 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 eyed 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 her legs. As she
Speaker 1: undid his pants, his cock so hard and throbbing, she
Speaker 1: had never seen him so wrecked. 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 eggs around his waist to feel his raction completer.
Speaker 1: Within seconds, Chris was tensing against her, his heart 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 Morerag 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 knew they had certainly taken a lot less time
Speaker 1: to arrive than she had imagined it would. Sliding a
Speaker 1: knife carefully through the taping on the box from Leather
Speaker 1: Deelights 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. He just screamed submit.
Speaker 1: Taking it out, she looked at it for a moment,
Speaker 1: running her fingers over the perfect stitching. The lilac swayed
Speaker 1: so sensuous to her touch. She looked at the heavy
Speaker 1: buckles for a moment. A rolling the cuff, she placed
Speaker 1: it around her wrist as she fixed the strap into place,
Speaker 1: Then there was a new sensation, something she hadn't been
Speaker 1: expecting an intense need just to let go, to place
Speaker 1: her satisfaction in the hands of another, to submit it completely.
Speaker 1: Damn it, She felt like falling to her knees right now.
Speaker 1: One thing she did decide when all this was done
Speaker 1: with Chris, she needed to find someone, a playmate, to
Speaker 1: help her explore all this sexuality. She couldn't believe how
Speaker 1: much her pussy was screaming for satisfaction from wearing a
Speaker 1: single cuff. Melissa rotated the cuff on her risk. The
Speaker 1: suede really was surprisingly sensual. It wasn't just soft. It
Speaker 1: caressed her, It sent tingles up and down her back. Somehow,
Speaker 1: it made her feel so damn feminine. Finding the flogger
Speaker 1: in the box, Melissa studied it for a moment, running
Speaker 1: her fingers through the strand. It was an immensely erotic
Speaker 1: sensation of having the strands teased between her fingers. Pausing
Speaker 1: for a moment, Melissa made a decision and moved to
Speaker 1: the sofa with the flogger in cuff. Quickly dropping her jeans,
Speaker 1: she sat down and teased the 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 souffro underneath. Putting her phone back down, she
Speaker 1: told the flogger once more and brought it down hard.
Speaker 1: Damn it felt so good. Sending the photo to Chris
Speaker 1: by messenger, she simply added the text, sir, and 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 wasn't replying to her.
Speaker 1: He was texting Morak the bustard. She needed to be
Speaker 1: done with this bullshit. She decided she had found something
Speaker 1: that really turned her on and needed to experience it
Speaker 1: in full and right now. Chris was stopping. Then she
Speaker 1: took a close up photo of the solitary manacle on
Speaker 1: her wrist. Sending it to Chris, she added, need help
Speaker 1: with these when can we meet? The response as far
Speaker 1: from as quick as normal. In fact, it took fifteen
Speaker 1: minutes for him to reply, we can't meet. I'm married,
Speaker 1: I love my wife. We just don't enjoy the same
Speaker 1: thing sexually. I'm sorry, pink Kitten, Melissa sighed heavily. Was
Speaker 1: she relieved, she guessed so, but she couldn't ignore this
Speaker 1: desire that burned through her. Now she needed to experience
Speaker 1: this bondage. She texted back, uh 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'd enjoyed playing morag and oddly enough,
Speaker 1: even pink kitten, it had given her a sexual freedom
Speaker 1: to experience something else rather than Melissa, part time accountant
Speaker 1: a mother of three, She was pretty irritated that Chris
Speaker 1: wasn't meeting people. Oddly enough, she had a plan and
Speaker 1: an idea of what was going to happen next that
Speaker 1: had just been flushed away. She also realized she hated
Speaker 1: him for meeting these women when he obviously hadn't been.
Speaker 1: The anger was still there, though, if anything, it had
Speaker 1: increased because she felt her plans her satisfaction was now
Speaker 1: being derailed. She sighed as she stood up and fastened
Speaker 1: her genes. Taking the rest of the delivery, she walked
Speaker 1: up to their bedroom and put it in the overnight bag,
Speaker 1: pausing for one last moment to feel the beautifully crafted cuffs.
Speaker 1: Once more. Zipping up the bag, she dropped her back
Speaker 1: into its hidden place. It wasn't until early evening she
Speaker 1: had realized she had gone through the rest of the
Speaker 1: day on autopilot. She'd been mourning Moreg. But this was stupid.
Speaker 1: Moreg was a creational story. She wasn't real how the
Speaker 1: hell could she be mourning her yet she generally felt
Speaker 1: she was. The sound of the garage door opening and
Speaker 1: closing brought her back to the present. Shit Chris was home.
Speaker 1: Had he texted her? How come he was home too 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 bag,
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 colck, 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 another little amusement,
Speaker 1: teasing the strands of the flogger over his thighs, she heard,
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 pinkket
Speaker 1: and 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 flow 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 coily 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 hips 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 cock.
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. Mliss's hips rocked on him.
Speaker 1: Sitting straight up, she repeatedly impelled herself as her hands
Speaker 1: grasped her breath, 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 hands, 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 cumb 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 BedHead fuck, she cried out as a cataclysm of
Speaker 1: her orgasm pummeled her body. Looking down through the cardboard
Speaker 1: cut out eyes, Chris's chin glistened with cumb sliding down
Speaker 1: 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 their 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 do this together, Chris,
Speaker 1: her gentle smile becoming darker, or I might have to
Speaker 1: suck your cock clean off. Her hand lowered between them
Speaker 1: and squeezed his sensitive cock with an almost playful aggression.
Speaker 1: Chris just nodded in agreement as his body trembled in
Speaker 1: her harsh grip. So until next week, when we have
Speaker 1: the start of a new story and you and I
Speaker 1: can get wild and bad all over again. Ah Yes,
Speaker 1: But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind,
Speaker 1: this is devil and wild, wishing you solacious dreams. As
Speaker 1: you have enjoyed tonight's story, take one moment right now
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