Your hand moves back to my clit. I feel white hot heat next to my face and inhale the aroma of a vanilla scented candle. Now I realize what you are doing. I feel my anns drop as 3 you lower my chains and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. Fear sets in as you force me to my knees and push my head down to the ground. Would this new torture be worth the thrill of a slick candle sliding in and out of my pussy? I feel the first drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy.
Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to touch my engorged clit so badly!
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Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with next? I feel warm silicone sliding down my back. I love to strap it on our bed and ride it hard. The snap of the straps across my ass holds more surprise than pain. So punish me, punish me until I learn to control myself!
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The second swipe is a little harder; the third makes me cry out. I feel my juices flow from my pussy onto the backs of my legs. I hold my breath in anticipation. Holy mother of God! The sweetness of the shaft 4 burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable. You work it inside me, long, deep thrusts that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged animal. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me.
I feel your fist on my pussy, kneading me like soft island bread. I grind my hips into your hand. I call your name softly but you do not answer. Time drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my heavy breathing there is no sound.
Will you leave me here for another few hours? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and frustration. And then I feel it. Its rough texture on my ass makes me creamy. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and stomach in an intricate design that you have perfected over time.
I would love to see myself, the pale rope against my dark skin, my big nipples peeking out. You place the rope between my legs, burying it between my pussy lips. It bites into my sensitive clit. The rope travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the feel of the rope against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and secure it in a knot.
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I adore the feeling of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercy. I feel the rope on my nipples. Even though it is only the softness of candles it is bright after hours of darkness. Make me come honey, make me scream.
At the perfect moment you untie the last knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your mouth wide. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt. I am woman, hear me roar as I come.
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Oh yes! My lips open amazingly releasing even more cream into your hungry mouth, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, sticky embrace. I wish that I could press your head further into my body. I wish that I could grab your cock and shove it into my aching hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes better than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your stiff, giant cock up into me. Nothing comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick, your warm breath on my skin, the beauty of your contorted face as you come. Oh the taste of your come, nectar from the gods.
You pull out of me and begin rubbing your cock over my rope-clad body.
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How good that feels. I drop to my knees and watch you pump your cock above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing white liquid gold all over my face.
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I stick my tongue out and taste the salty tang of your desire. I love being bad.
How about punishing me one more time? Oh yes baby, make me feel like a woman. I love you so much. I need you so much, my sweet baby.