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For His Taking - BDSM Male Doninance Female Submission Erotica XXX
For His Taking - BDSM Male Doninance Female Submission Erotica XXX
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Excerpt:"Now raise your arms and spread your legs." his tone was still subdued. She moved her legs apart, so her heels were about a foot apart as she slowly raised her straightened arms over her head, clasping the palms together. As they moved upward, she could feel the delicate fabric moving over her flesh, brushing against the cheeks of her ass, caressing stimulating further her already hardened nipples. She was aware of the fact that her wider stance enabled him to see the dew like mist that had formed on her pussy lips, that the pumps she wore enhanced the curves of her legs and that they and the posture she had assumed flattened her tummy. "Turn around." his order was barely a whisper but filled with authority.
As she turned, she could again feel the wispy material brushing against her body she could feel the heat in her face and loins. She was alert to the fabric against the cheeks of her ass, the lower part of each hemisphere below the hem.
"Now come here and undress Me." he said using the same authoritarian tones. She turned walked across the room and unbuttoned his shirt. She carefully folded it and laid it on the chair next to him. She dropped to her knees, untied his shoes and removed them followed by his socks. Her fingers trembled as she struggled with the buckle on his belt, until with a noisy clink, it was loosened. She had less trouble with the clasp of his trousers, releasing it easily and then with the zipper slid down, she lowered his trousers until they were bunched at his ankles and he stepped out of them. She folded them and laid them atop his shirt. She admired the nice bulge in the pouch of his bikini briefs as she nervously slipped them off his hips and down his legs. Her eyes didn't leave his semi hard cock as she removed his underwear.
As he stepped out of the briefs, he gently placed his hands behind her head and pulled it into his crotch. She knew what he wanted, Jon had often forced her to suck his cock and she always hated it. But, somehow this seemed different, special somehow. She pushed her tongue through her lips and licked around the blood red corona, making slow concentric circles ending at the little hole in the tip. It jerked as she tasted the salty precum oozing from it. Her lips encircled the domed helmet briefly as he brought one hand to the shaft and cupped his balls with the other. She released her hold with her mouth and traced a line down the sensitive underside of his prick, until she reached his balls. She took one inside her mouth, nibbled it with her teeth, rolled it under her tongue, and then made a return trip up the shaft of his cock and again engulfed his cockhead. Her fingers, her mouth encircled it pushing forward pulling it inside, deeply inside. Her tongue created pressure on the underside, as her cheeks became concave from her suction. His low moans were a musical sound to her ears. She was surprised by the flow from her pussy dampening her inner thighs.
She sensed he was about to cum when suddenly he pulled away, his cock making a popping sound as it came from her mouth.
As she turned, she could again feel the wispy material brushing against her body she could feel the heat in her face and loins. She was alert to the fabric against the cheeks of her ass, the lower part of each hemisphere below the hem.
"Now come here and undress Me." he said using the same authoritarian tones. She turned walked across the room and unbuttoned his shirt. She carefully folded it and laid it on the chair next to him. She dropped to her knees, untied his shoes and removed them followed by his socks. Her fingers trembled as she struggled with the buckle on his belt, until with a noisy clink, it was loosened. She had less trouble with the clasp of his trousers, releasing it easily and then with the zipper slid down, she lowered his trousers until they were bunched at his ankles and he stepped out of them. She folded them and laid them atop his shirt. She admired the nice bulge in the pouch of his bikini briefs as she nervously slipped them off his hips and down his legs. Her eyes didn't leave his semi hard cock as she removed his underwear.
As he stepped out of the briefs, he gently placed his hands behind her head and pulled it into his crotch. She knew what he wanted, Jon had often forced her to suck his cock and she always hated it. But, somehow this seemed different, special somehow. She pushed her tongue through her lips and licked around the blood red corona, making slow concentric circles ending at the little hole in the tip. It jerked as she tasted the salty precum oozing from it. Her lips encircled the domed helmet briefly as he brought one hand to the shaft and cupped his balls with the other. She released her hold with her mouth and traced a line down the sensitive underside of his prick, until she reached his balls. She took one inside her mouth, nibbled it with her teeth, rolled it under her tongue, and then made a return trip up the shaft of his cock and again engulfed his cockhead. Her fingers, her mouth encircled it pushing forward pulling it inside, deeply inside. Her tongue created pressure on the underside, as her cheeks became concave from her suction. His low moans were a musical sound to her ears. She was surprised by the flow from her pussy dampening her inner thighs.
She sensed he was about to cum when suddenly he pulled away, his cock making a popping sound as it came from her mouth.
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