It's extreme, I know. But it makes me come. His hands are large. He works with them all day, lifting heavy things, and I feel the power in his fingers. Just one more tiny bit of pressure around my neck and his fingers would completely steal my breath. His eyes bore into mine and he pushes harder into me than I was ready for. The flash of pain brings me such intense burning heat between my legs, I nearly pass out. Both his hands on my wrists on either side of my face, now, and his mouth sucks the air out of mine as his kiss brutalizes me with alternating explorations of gentle nipping and then… Διαβάστε περισσότερα
His Hands
I think about his hands around my neck as he pumped his first load into me. His fierce thrusts shook my body, I watched his mouth chase my nipple before he caught it with his teeth and sucked hard and with swirling tongue and pulsing pleasure. He always sucked my nipples. No matter where we were, he found a way to back me into a corner, open my blouse, or lower my top and lift a breast out of my lace. He always liked me to wear very tight shirts in winter, because he got so hard watching my nipples poke my shirt. Keeping me guessing about what he'd do next with me, aroused my addictive person… Διαβάστε περισσότερα