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Part 1
“Yeah!” She groaned deeply, “Just like that. Uh huh!” she whimpered and whined, groaning at his short and juddering thrusts. “Sir! I wanna be nothing more than your sex toy, Sir. Oh!” she screamed at the slamming of his pelvis. “Use me!” She cried out. “Make me your ragdoll, Sir!”
He had her on all fours while he kneeled behind her. His paws gripped her wide hips and he clapped his pelvis into her backside, filling her anus with his rock-solid shaft. He grunted and panted loudly, his breathy moans making her wetter. Her hands were clasped together over her mouth, muffling her joy.
“Do not hold back, baby. Scream for me. Cum for me!”
“YES!” she screamed again, burying her cheek in the sheets. “It hurts so good, Sir!” she grunted most gutturally.
“Tell me what I am going to do to you this weekend.”
“You’re gonna use me, Sir! As the helpless sex object that I am!” her voice went high at the last word. His shaft entered her hard, hugged by her clenching rectum. “Sir!” her arm went back, clutching his wrist while he pumped her hips back and forth on his lap.
He let go, yanking his arm from her grip to clasp his furious claws around her biceps. With the extra leverage, he pounded into her rear like an animal, unrelenting while she pulsated around his throbbing mass in a cacophony of bliss and climax. He pulled on her arms, pivoting her on his clapping lap until his face was buried in her neck. He jolted his phallus up inside her while reaching for her throat with his left hand. His right hand took hold of her breast in a cage of fingernails that dragged lines into her plump flesh. She had lost all words, reduced to a whimpered mess, soaking their thighs and moaning his name unintelligibly. He squeezed her throat tighter and smiled sadistically. Her anus had reacted by hugging his length, begging for him to not pull out while her labia dripped with the sweet nectar of her pain and pleasure. His right arm hugged her chest, clawed her left breast and held her tightly in his embrace. Her breath was a strained whisper of hypoxia, but he was not going to stop until- he grunted deeply, a growl rumbling from his throat into her ear. She shuddered, laughed maniacally through her lack of oxygen while her eyes rolled to the back of her head. His toes curled, his entire body tensed. Her body was fixed into his curled form, as if they were one being. He exploded inside his condom, exhaling in her ear suddenly at his ability to move again. He threw her forward and she gasped for air, but he was still inside her and she slid her sensitive entrance up and down his mass while it was still rigid. They were both out of breath and completely spent.
He collapsed onto her back, still buried balls deep inside her, and he left it in while his arms slithered under her. He hugged her underbust with his left arm, cuddling her strongly while his right hand persuaded her face to the left. He smiled kindly, their eyes open only enough to see each other’s blurry faces.
“My beautiful little ragdoll.”
She giggled and slid her cheek across the covers until their lips met and they pecked softly. She had the most delicious, xslot Yeni Giriş caramel skin; with contrasting lips so dark-brown that they were almost black. No makeup necessary; she was sex personified. Her eyes fluttered closed, still easing her hips backwards onto his length without ever letting it exit her body. He had memorised the dazzling shimmer of her brown irises, so he just enjoyed her sleepy smile. He hugged her tighter, snuggling into her neck to kiss it over and over… and over… and over. She giggled again, nuzzling her nose and using her face to move his so that she could kiss him again. He slid his right arm under her, finding her right breast and playing with it. He could feel his penis shrinking and he knew that it was the reason for her sudden frown. She made a noise of disapproval, but they both knew that she would have to wait for her prize to harden again. He kissed her, laughing with her at his playful hands on her chest, using his arms to squeeze her even tighter. She moaned, the way one does when stretching in the morning, enjoying his hug before he finally left the bed to clean up. When he returned, condom disposed, he stood beside the bed.
Part 2
“Pet,” he said in mock-disrespect. “Clean,” and he pointed at his compacted penis. It would not be long before it grew again, since this beauty laying in front of him was just so gorgeous, but right now he was about a third of his full size.
“Yes, Sir,” she grinned eagerly and licked it. There was still some semen coating his tip, and he had chosen to not wipe it off. He knew that she would want a taste and she sucked it contently. It started to grow in her mouth, her tongue as arousing as ever, but it remained small. She was happy anyway, licking him clean and wiping her lips.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He pounced on top of her, straddling her hips and hunching over her. He focused on his hands, intertwining their fingers. He shoved her hands above her head and leaned down for a kiss. He pulled her hands under her head and she gladly submitted. Under his weight, her arms manipulated as he pleased, she danced her tongue over his lips and kissed him passionately. He sat up straight and smiled down at her.
“Delicious,” he spoke softly.
“I know you are,” she winked dreamily.
Now that they were not moving, simply staring into each other’s eyes and enjoying the silence, he was able to enjoy the sight of her magnificent body. Like her face, her body was a delicious, caramel shade of brown. Her lips, naturally dark, matched her full lashes and frizzy hair. It did not hold the regular shape of an afro, but nonetheless her hair was a huge cloud of zigzagging brown, dashed with streaks of lighter shades. Her nose was cutely rounded and her throat was small enough that he could wrap both hands around it and touch his fingertips together. He loved it when he did that, cutting off her breathing, and she relished the idea that even her breathing was at his mercy.
He admired a woman’s face more than anything else, but he could not deny that this particular specimen of sexy brown meat was a marvel to behold. Better yet, she xslot Gir was his. She belonged to him in every way. He relaxed his fingers, slipped them from her hands under her head and caressed her face. He cupped her cheeks, leaned down for another peck while she layed limp and resplendent. She hummed a little laugh as he pulled away, closing her eyes to the gentle touch of his wandering hands. He moved down to her neck,
“Choke me, please?”
“I would love to, but not now, Coco. Just relax.”
He traced his fingertips lightly over her sternum, taking his time in reaching her breasts. They were too big to fit his hands, rounded domes of warmth that made him shudder just to see. It was his privilege to be able to touch them too, and he outlined her small, dark areolas until he spiralled over her perky nipples. He tickled them and she laughed, but he splayed his hands over her breasts and massaged them strongly. She lifted her head, looking down her naked body at his growing erection. She smiled up at him, but he shook his head. She would have to wait a while longer. He brought his hands down to her cleavage, thumbs turned in to fit the contours of her ample bosom. He stroked down to her stomach, pressing his hands outwards and planting them firmly on her sides. She shivered at the sensation.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Very much, Sir. You were amazing. You are amazing, Sir.”
“Thank you. You were amazing-er.” She chuckled. He responded with a small and intimate tonguing. He straightened again. “How would you like to come down?”
“Lay on me, please?” she turned her head inquisitively.
“Nothing else?”
“Just use my boobs as a pillow,” she requested casually. “I’d like hickies, please.”
“As you wish.”
With all the time in the world, he shuffled down her thighs while they locked eyes. Inhaling deeply, he dragged his nose from her neck to her breasts. He rested his ear on her sternum where her breasts began and he kissed her cleavage. He savoured every peck, every delectable lick of her skin, and started to suckle with his hands rested by her sides. She laid her arms over his back, stroking his hair idly until he fell into a deep slumber to the rhythm of her heart. A queen must also provide aftercare for her king.
Part 3
It was the morning and he was raising her arms above her head. She felt his strong hands on her wrists, holding them above her head.
“Morning handsome,” she fidgeted cosily under the covers. “Dante?”
“Good morning,” he strained and then there was a click. She tugged on her wrists, looking up to see that he had cuffed both her hands to the headboard. “I have left the key in, should you need to get free.” He cupped her cheek and she nuzzled into it affectionately, leaving her eyes closed. He leaned down and they kissed softly.
“Open wide, baby.” She obeyed dreamily, expecting to greet his tongue with her own, but he forced a large ball between her lips and pulled on her hair to buckle the straps behind her head. She opened her eyes, watching him hover. She tugged on her wrists, bound and naked under the covers.
“I am going xslot Sitesi to pack the truck now. I want you to stay here and be cosy for us both. Can you do that for me, please?” She rolled her eyes and mumbled, though of course the gag prevented her from making any sense, but her expression told him everything,
“Oh, if I must.” Her cheeks tightened to smile around the gag and he kissed her forehead. She gave a little squeak and his weight lifted from the bed.
First she watched him get his clothes on, tragically covering his erection with his grey trunks before sitting back down to pull his trousers on. She admired the methodical gestures of his hands, buttoning his shirt and tucking it in, tying his tie as sensually as the way he liked to tie up his pretty little sex pet. He adjusted his ring, rested his hat on his head and inserted his glasses beneath the brim. He always did look so good in that outfit, so mysterious and sexy. He left the room and she waited patiently like the good girl she was.
When finally he returned, his bulge was as big as ever and he could see the yearning in her eyes.
“I am going to need to concentrate while I am driving, but someone in the house is unable to stop looking so damn sexy.” She squeaked happily and he started undoing his belt, dropping his trousers and trunks only enough to reveal her favourite toy. He got up on the bed, ripped the covers from her body and immediately the chill raised her perky studs. He rolled his condom on and she squirmed in anticipation. He reached for her breast with his right hand, hand on her right hip, and he quickly diverted his right hand to guide his tip in before grasping her breast again. She moaned instantly, quivering as if she had been starved of his body for years. He thrusted deep inside her and she moaned louder, and louder, her breasts shaking and the bed creaking. Her head tilted back, eyes closed. She tugged on her cuffs, but it was no use. He pulled on her hip and breast, shoved his solid shaft deep inside her over and over while she lay there helpless and used and satisfied. He laid down on her, still thrusting fast and growling in sync with her cries and screams. She hummed around her gag, saliva trickling over her lips. He buried his face in her neck and hugged her tightly. He slammed into her one last time, leaving his entire length inside her. His body had tensed up, toes curling and muscles straining against the immeasurable sensation of exploding inside his stunni-
“Fuck! I’m cumming!” he moaned in her ear. She laughed naughtily and did her best to rock her hips over his shaft even more. He could do nothing but enjoy her desperate devotion. He loved it.
Once he was able to move again, he kissed her cheek and sat up, thrusting all over again while he was still tight between her juicy lips. He groped her breast, used her hip for leverage and watched her body tremble.
“So sexy,” he panted for breath. “Come on,” he wiped his forehead. “Let us get you collared.” She turned her head, smiling around her gag and watching him leave once again.
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