Billyomahamama - Another Day In Fantasy Land
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ridingwild:
she was pensive as this night’s purple sheets
so he dressed her in her knee highs
and a light binding
and told her to be still
while he finished his work
when he returned
he asked if his baby needed some loving attention
“yes please’, she said politely
he caressed her every curve
then kissed her hips and she melted with a soft sigh
then she felt the hot sting of a dozen open handed pepper spanks
after which, he pulled her to him
and kissed the aching tears away
“better, baby?”
she nodded yes through her smiling cloudy eyes
then he untied her
and loved her gently
and fully
and deeply
and held her
straight through until the lilac dawn
ridingwild:
lost in the rapture of the moment
being rocked and filled and fed
full tilt phallic flesh times two
her mind raced to an even more orgiastic visual
as she was being piston thrust from both wanton ends
she imagined a room filled with even more men
naked, rock hard, and watching her take the double dip
some waiting to have their turns once creamshot was spent
others waiting to rain theirs upon her at climactic bursts
the intoxication of those thoughts alone
had her screaming a series
of wet hot raw peaked obscenties
as she shivered and gushed upon one cock
and tried to form lewd wilding sounds
through the mouthful of thickening girth from above
delectabledeviants:
Stumbling into the moment almost by accident. Me pulling out, yearning to spunk over your tummy, your cunt .. but you grinding your sticky snatch against my balls drove me insane with the naughtiness, the spontaneity, the sheer feeling.
As my cock drained of cum, still hard, I watched you move even closer to me, grind your clit against my shaft, watching my cock, my gaze, still glazed by my sin, sheer fucking electric between us. watching you cum like that was like the room was filled with static. As you orgasmed by cock was fucking throbbing. I had to be inside you again. had to fuck you through it, beyond it further still.
The moment enters my mind so often. Can harden me at the most inopportune of moments. When I have to make my excuses. Find a time, a way to tease myself. And then tell you about it. Hoping it’s making you wet. Ready for when we both get home.
littlebitsoflust:
delectabledeviants:
When you have the power, the lead, the moment.
You know what your tight hand is doing.
You can feel is as his breathing fights with his moans and you’re adoring being the villain behind the battle.
Wanting him there upon that cusp, to push him, yet not to.
To keep him within the aspect of him fucking back harder against your hand. But that’s against the rules. You let go. Throw him a naughty look. Spank his cock a little. Play again at your own pace.
All of his previous dominance you’ve stolen. He wants to cum, but you own the moment. You wonder if when he gets carried away and fucking against your fist again, if that spank upon his cock might make him cum violently. Of not even touching him and watching his cock pulse of it’s own accord, his sticky sin everywhere, the look in his eyes, rapid fire breathing, the loud of his cries.
If he tries to reach for his cock, you should spank it lightly again. See if he cum s all the harder, all the more. That you own the moment. And the lesson is yours to teach.
littlebitsoflust:
ive dreamed of doing this to you. feeling you throb in my hand. you moaning into my mouth as i squeeze you. taking you to the edge over and over again. would you like that dearest?
ridingwild:
she wanted so badly to surf and sun
and mediate and breathe in the salt-licked moisture
free of clothing and people and worries and shame
then in the perfect unexpected moment
she wanted to feel his kiss on the back of her neck
as he wrapped around her and invaded every molecule
of her perfect sensual world
