Meeting CM Part 1
They'd been talking for about 4 years, always through email or text, never hearing the other's voice and her never seeing his face. He had seen hers, even videos and pics of her. He was the object of nearly all of her fantasies. She yearned for him.
He finally decided to give into their desires and meet her for a long-awaited encounter. She got to the room, texted him the room number and proceeded to get ready. She dressed in a black lace bra, black garter belt with black stockings, black lace panties and black heels with a gold strap. She wore her hair up with strands falling down over her neck and around her face. She applied her makeup heavily, especially eye makeup, as he requested. She smiled to herself, thinking about what she was longing for the most...
He was excited to meet her. She had been asking that they get together but he had always hesitated due to his relationship with another woman. He loved this other woman very much but something about her had intrigued him so. He had put this meeting off for so long. His face felt flushed, his cock somewhat erect at the thought of doing things with her that he couldn't do with his significant other. When the text came through that the number was 319, he smiled at the Prince reference.
She stood facing the wall, her hands flat against it, her arms straight. Her legs were spread slightly. The blindfold disguised her bright, blue eyes. He gave specific instructions on how she was to greet him when he got to the room. He opened the door. There she was, exactly as she was told to be. What a good girl she was. He wanted to fuck her right then, hard and rough, no easing into it, but he knew he had to take his time with this one. They'd both waited so long.
Her lips were a pale pink from the lipstick and glistened from her mouth. It was opened slightly. She got chills as she hears his footsteps get closer to her. She stirred in her stance, rubbing her legs together, feeling herself getting wetter with every second. She wanted to see what he looked like, not that it would matter. She was practically in love with him, if that was even possible of someone she'd never met it spent any time with. As these thoughts were racing through her mind, she felt him touch her ass, running his finger over the lace panties. She pushed herself back toward him. He traced the outline of the garter, feeling her soft skin. She moaned softly. She wanted him bad and he knew it...
He finally decided to give into their desires and meet her for a long-awaited encounter. She got to the room, texted him the room number and proceeded to get ready. She dressed in a black lace bra, black garter belt with black stockings, black lace panties and black heels with a gold strap. She wore her hair up with strands falling down over her neck and around her face. She applied her makeup heavily, especially eye makeup, as he requested. She smiled to herself, thinking about what she was longing for the most...
He was excited to meet her. She had been asking that they get together but he had always hesitated due to his relationship with another woman. He loved this other woman very much but something about her had intrigued him so. He had put this meeting off for so long. His face felt flushed, his cock somewhat erect at the thought of doing things with her that he couldn't do with his significant other. When the text came through that the number was 319, he smiled at the Prince reference.
She stood facing the wall, her hands flat against it, her arms straight. Her legs were spread slightly. The blindfold disguised her bright, blue eyes. He gave specific instructions on how she was to greet him when he got to the room. He opened the door. There she was, exactly as she was told to be. What a good girl she was. He wanted to fuck her right then, hard and rough, no easing into it, but he knew he had to take his time with this one. They'd both waited so long.
Her lips were a pale pink from the lipstick and glistened from her mouth. It was opened slightly. She got chills as she hears his footsteps get closer to her. She stirred in her stance, rubbing her legs together, feeling herself getting wetter with every second. She wanted to see what he looked like, not that it would matter. She was practically in love with him, if that was even possible of someone she'd never met it spent any time with. As these thoughts were racing through her mind, she felt him touch her ass, running his finger over the lace panties. She pushed herself back toward him. He traced the outline of the garter, feeling her soft skin. She moaned softly. She wanted him bad and he knew it...
6 anni fa
