Hannah straddled M's belly leaning into him as their lips met and lingered. Slowly, she pulled away. He felt a hard ob
Her lips fell upon his once again. His lips parted unhurriedly as he welcomed her tongue. She planted a line of soft, light kisses from the side of his mouth down to his shoulder, nibbling his ear along the way. She travelled back to his mouth, where a deep tongue kiss from her became a first penetration.
He felt her tongue slide away as her lustful imprint left a sting on his brain. His mind spun as he absorbed every detail around him. Her body lifting, her heels clicking on the wood floor, muted whispers, the door creaking, snapping noises, unzipping sounds, moist slapping, her cajoling moans, and then pressing on the bed. He dare not move, but was rock hard with anticipation.
Again, the same striking movement on the left side of his abdomen. Then something was pressing against his manhood softly, but firm.
He heard her whisper next to his ear, "Are you ready to surrender completely?"
M wondered how so many sensations pulsed through him at one time, "Yes." He felt a stroking hand fall upon his thickness. He moaned a little under the loose grip.
Her voice cooed in his ear, "Will you submit all trust to me? Will you surrender every section of your body to your Lover?"
M quivered from her breathy whisper, "I offer my body for you to do as you please."
The room seemed to shift with faint jazz tunes played in the background. A couple of grazes trailed along his belly and face. Hannah's tongue skated along his globes. She licked lightly, teased with her fingernails, and tugged his balls down with the other hand.
Suddenly, she sucked one of his shaven globes in her warm mouth. He almost shot his load. Her tongue drew circles along his tight ballsac as she consumed it. The feel was luxurious, but he was aching to ***. He felt her hand begin to rub his corona to swipe away all his precum.
He heard rustling noises next to his ear as her tongue fell to his tight retentions. She licked around his perineal muscle tracing to his puckered sweetness. She rotated her tongue as she trespassed beyond his sacred grounds.
She backed out as he felt suction from her mouth. She skillfully worked her tongue in a magical dance around his pink star. Her lips pursed as his *** kissed her tight. A seal was formed as she began to suck his pink fleshy walls inside out.
M moaned, "Holy ****, Hannah! Damn, you know how to please M!"
Hannah shot back, " I will eat you alive, Baybee."
She didn't have to stroke him; the mouth action was enough to send him over the edge. As she reached up to the portabella mushroom shaped head to gather more glaze, he whimpered. He felt her arm glide across his belly.
Wet noises splashed next to his ear. He was mindful of something tickling his nose like a fly. He started to raise his hands to swat, but remembered they were bound. Another soft tickle fell upon his cheek crawling to his lips.
Her mouth was still sending his *** into orbit, so how is this happening? He drank in the light sweep across his chest as the slapping noises echoed next to his ear. He noticed her sucking technique lift away as he breathed hard. He just knew he was going to explode.
He felt her humid mouth on his ****. She moaned on the head as she gently sucked. She pulled away as a warm sensation squirted on his tight realm. Her touch massaged a thick balmy liquid into his star. Her mouth went to work on his pole. She wasted no time swallowing his entire ****. She paused only as the mushroomed head tagged her tonsils.He wanted to rub the back of her hair, but knew he couldn't.
Without warning, she slipped two of her silky fingers inside his tight star. She inhaled his **** causing a madness like he had never known. She had massaged so much lube into his puckered star-he squirmed. Her fingers glided right in his puckered star. Once again, the tickling by the same gentle brush rounded along his chest, then his face, and finally his lips. All of this was sensory overload to his circuits.
She backed her mouth away squeezing the tip of his vent for extra creaminess. She moved under his buttocks, but her fingers fell upon his lips, "Open your mouth and taste your cream."
His lips parted as fingers painted his tongue, "Suck it off!" He sucked as hard as he could to get all the cream into his mouth. Her fiery mouth orbited his **** fast and hard once more before she pulled away.
She rubbed his belly to assure him while stroking his manhood. He enjoyed every motion while wondering about the sounds that seemed to appear at every angle of the room. She was jacking him steady as she asked in a hushed voice, "Will you help me stroke? We can come together in one movement, one flow, one beat of our hearts."
His moans escaped his lips as he felt a brisk graze upon his lips. He became aware of body heat close to his face. His mind began to whirl like a cyclone. He wanted to peek, "What was going on?"
He grunted, "****, yes! I will help stroke my hard **** for you, Hannah!"
Her strokes stopped as she once again allowed her mouth to lick his nutsac. She slurped up one globe and then the twin. He seized in entrancing happiness of her lap dance. She traced with an ice cream lick along the shaft up to the tip of his corona. Repeating the brushstroke in sucession.
His toes curled, "Dayum, Hannah!"
A warm trickle fell upon his lips. She instructed, "Lick it up."
It was ambrosial with a candied flavor as the liquid seeped into his soul. A taste he had deciphered years ago.
"How was she doing all this?" He longed for the blindfold to evaporate, "Could he not have a small glimpse?"
Her voice came as only soothing whispers now, "Open your mouth to release your tongue from captivity." He squirmed knowing she was going to give him another taste.
He felt his hands being freed. He was thankful as they had grown numb and tingly.
Her mouth locked on his swollen plummed head. His hand traced the line of gelatinous saliva behind her skilled mouth. Another hand closed across the ba
M felt light strokes on his belly, then a vibration all along the length of his hard pole. Up and down as it rolled in a vibrating sensation. Hannah gathered his legs in her arm folds working into a purposeful stride. He could hear her cajoling moans like that of great ecstasy. Her symphony beckoned enough to drive any man over the edge.
She demanded. "You are allowed to moan and stroke your ****. No talking or touching."
He realized a hand was still helping him stroke, instant stirring. He moaned as Hannah's hips rose and fell with pressure spreading his *** wide in delight. He heard a click when a buzz arose from somewhere below. From deep within his tight well, he felt extreme pulsations. He just knew he was going to blow. The stroking of his **** was magnificent. The hand was well skilled in the art. He let the hand guide his own causing quite the impression in the swelling of his ****. Every now and again he would feel the light tickle sensation.
Hannah asked, "Are you ready to ***? Well, are you? Answer me!" She pistoned in and out as she smacked his *** cheeks, "Speak up! I cannot hear you. You want to squirt hard, don't you? You like me vibing that ***, huh? You are such a bad boy. Hold it for a minute more."
He thought he was going to die. The house could have caught fire from the heat within their bodies. They would never have noticed or cared. Both were consumed with insatiable desire for one another. She took him over the edge of consciousness many times. They were here in the moment embellished in their fantasies. Just as he thought they were finished, they rose with a fiery passion once again.
Finally, she moaned and grunted as she screamed, "Oh ****! Let it spew forth-all your steaming white lava. Let it erupt! Let's come together as one!" He ran his tongue up and down from slit to ****. He moaned like a wild animal on the mound of flesh at his mouth. He had self-control like he never dreamt.
Hannah took him to heights no woman ever had allowing his body to shudder with a long rolling ******. From nowhere, he felt flowing hot thick liquid gather on his lips. He tasted, "No, another honey pot stuck to his lips? Hannah was going to let him taste another woman? ****!" He siphoned every flowing drop into his mouth. There was so much sticky juice, it began to flow across his cheek.
He felt Hannah crash into him-her lips at his face, both became breathless with feeling. Their bodies seemed to melt together as she poured hers across his. She began to lick the liquid from his face as he whispered, "I must be in heaven. You were an Angel sent to me, right?" She whispered next to his ear, "No, M. I am quite real. Tis certain, I am no Angel."
With these words she jerked off the blindfold to reveal her with a six-inch purple strap-on vibe, a turquoise feather, and a huge smile. On the other side of him was their mutual acquaintance Jill with her hand still around M's **** as his creme oozed over her dainty fingers.
Next to the bed was Jack stroking his pole that began to plummet ropes of *** through the air landing on Jill's **** and flinging still more to Hannah's hair. He was wearing a red ball-gag in his mouth. Hannah removed Jack's gag motioning him down to clean Jill's perky ****. Jack licked his own *** from Jill's pointed nipples. He sucked her small breasts until the nipples jutted out an inch.
Hannah motioned Jill down to M where the three of them shared a wonderful ***-laden kiss. Smiles were worn across the room. Hannah swiftly kicked the guests out.
For the first time, M was able to view Hannah's panties, Kitty-an open-back brief with la
She stretched her warm ***** with those ***-soaked panties over his ****. She laid satisfied across his chest. Her hair in spiraling ribbons all around him as his fingers got lost in the luxurious feel. She fingered his right upper arm tracing his tattoo. She was mesmerized by M. For the moment, time stood still as two souls became one.