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Nobody has seen this bedroom but me. It’s my sanctuary. Even stood naked in the doorway with the lights off, its mere smell calmed my racing pulse. Above the faint stuffiness of being sealed, earthy low notes swam across my nostrils, a rawness to them mixed with edgier tones. Lust. Desire. Unbridled masculinity.In the rectangle of light from behind me that cast my shadow into the gloom, I shivered, but not through cold. It rippled through my body, all the way from toe ring to scalp where my mane of blonde hair cascaded to brush the full-colour dragon tattoo at the base of my spine.The wall lights sprang to life as my fingertip found the switch. 2900K bulbs. Chosen specifically to bathe the minimalist spare room in a soft yellowish glow that mirrored the long tail of my orgasm as it continued to warm me. His scent still pervaded my body. Clung to me like an invisible second skin, inside and out.Leaving the key in the lock, I padded across the plush cream carpet to the queen size bed along the far edge, the condom swinging from my fingertips under the weight of its contents alongside a toned thigh. His delicious salty essence, captured. All mine. To do with as I please. Right here. Right now.A curious mix of exhaustion and sexual energy swamped me after the two-hour cycle of build-up, torment and release, over and over, each level more intense and thrilling than the last. Our bodies had been slick with sweat, gliding together, nails clutching and digging, desperate kisses and bites across tender flesh. Exploring. Experimenting. Pushing boundaries, just the way I like it.I licked my full lips, finding no remaining trace of Chanel Incandescente; all transferred to his tender neck, firm chest, firmer cock, and more.A smile formed at the fresh memories as I slithered onto the bed and crawled to its centre. My glazed pussy lips rubbed together. Felt… exquisitely used. Tingly. Unsurprising, really. Even by my standards, I’d been wild. Virtually insatiable. It took him by surprise at first, but he soon caught on. Matched my licentiousness, as I suspected he would.That’s primarily why I’d chosen him at the club. Saw his potential beyond the chiselled looks and impudent charm he exuded. Singled him out through the crowd among the lasers and dry ice and crushing Side escort bayan wall of drum ‘n’ bass. Danced with him, gyrated against him, snared him. I doubt he’d ever be the same again, but it’s the price paid for selection. And I was very clear up-front, leaning into his ear as we flirted by the bar and rasping, “Be warned: I will ruin you.” He followed willingly.Of the three orgasms I’d coaxed from his supercharged body, the contents of the condom represented his first. Voluminous and equally as impressive as the second and third that swam inside me, dancing on my taste buds and leaking from my heart-shaped peach that deformed the sheets as I sat cross-legged and basked in the room’s lush warmth.Draping the condom across my knee so it dangled, careful not to spill any, I laid the Polaroid ahead of me. His face was slightly off-centre in the frame, the cheeky grin smeared with my glistening juices. The inner surface of my porcelain thighs dusted the edges of the image, freshly shaved pussy just out of shot at its base. He’d known what to do with his tongue, that much was apparent.Touching the photograph, I traced one cheek. His gorgeous brown eyes stared back at me below his matching short crop of hair as I brought my fingertips to my body. Skating up to cradle my quivering breasts then sliding downwards, I followed the sweeping contours of my sylphlike figure.Goosebumps formed and my senses lit up once more as I brushed one hand over the bare mound at my core. My lips had not yet retracted, plump and inviting beneath my touch. But that wasn’t my target just yet. I pressed on, down, shuddering as my fingers reached the slippery dark knot alongside the bed sheets, and circled.Massaging the ring of muscle and relaxing, a little of his gorgeous thick manliness dribbled onto the pad. I brought it to my face. Inhaled. A strong reminder, even though he’d only left the house six minutes prior. His musky scent tinged with mine crackled through my body, head swimming, synapses firing, memories forming.My mind flashed to erotic frames and ingrained fragments of our filthy union. Prone on my stomach, bucking up against his body that smothered and bore into mine, his hands cupping my tits, fingertips pinching erect nipples Escort manavgat that scuffed the duvet and sent sparks zipping through me. Then his fist wrapping my hair into a crude ponytail, yanking upward, twisting my head so his lips could find mine. Tongues colliding. Breathless gasps, desperate and hot. His physique weighing me down, that beautiful hard cock plundering my tightest place. Owning me as I moaned into his mouth.Echoes of his invasion still reverberated throughout my crackling insides. The way he’d snarled in my ear how tight I was. How hot I was. How he was going to fill my “slutty little arse”. I loved his strength. His stamina. Especially when he reared up and spanked my cheeks alternately as I begged him to ruin me.The blush from my reddening behind had spread, superheating my entire body. Made me plead for more until he growled he was going to come, his rhythm broke down and he shook as he erupted in my bum, pumping and pulsing and spurting his third, thick load deep within. My God, the groans he made turned me on immeasurably and I brimmed over moments later, winking and gripping his expansive shaft, my shrieks absorbed by the pillow. Such a thrill.Regarding the translucent pearl of elixir on my fingertip, I dabbed it to my tongue and breathed in sharply, pussy twitching. Fuck. His earthiness was ironically reminiscent of sixty-nine. Metallic almost. Definitely not vegetarian. That much iron might have also explained how he was hard again so quickly in my hot mouth after filling the condom.I let a smile form. It could have been partly my technique of course. The way my tongue piercing fluttered against his swelling glans, unimpeded through lack of foreskin. My lips and breath had danced over the slit from where I teased delicious droplets of sweet pre-come. From where I craved a second shot of his piquant fluid.It could equally have been the eye contact. Him kneeling on the foot of the bed, me on mine alongside it facing his gorgeous prick, looking up, like all good girls should. Two sets of locked irises met, hazel and coffee; their combination could have formed a scrumptious truffle in a box of expensive chocolates. I encased the head of his shaft with my lips and slithered down. Down. Inching alanya escort more of his impressive length, gaze never wavering, hearing his breath catching when he realised I wasn’t going to stop until I engulfed every millimetre.The gagging sounds that vibrated as he nudged my throat seemed to only make him harder. I took him all, eventually having to break eye contact as his length tested my natural reflexes. Thick saliva strings sprayed and drooled around his shaved balls, dripping to the floor.His hands found my skull, pulled me in and held me as he swelled in my throat. I broke free, yanked back, coughing. But far from indignation, the sparkle in my eyes told him I wanted him to do it again. And again. And again. Letting him fuck my face until his breathing was almost a growling gurgle, my mascara streaming as I spluttered and drew back, jacking his spit-soaked cock towards completion.My hand seemed tiny around him as I opened my mouth and urged him to stripe my tongue with his thick, white seed. I teased him with every technique I knew. Fluttering tongue on the underside of the flared end. Nibbling the very tip between soft lips. Gently squeezing the head and slithering the point of my tongue into the tiny opening. Massaging his balls.It was so sexy seeing his expression harden as a prelude to his orgasm. Witnessing his breathing deepen, sucked through gritted teeth and punctuated by expletives. As his crinkled orbs tightened in my palm, he roared and painted me with what I craved, letting me direct the searing ribbons across my tongue and lips and cheek. Then watched me clean up everything, swallowing it down, savouring the bittersweet emulsion that I scooped onto my tongue and let trickle down my throat, igniting the hunger in me.Fuck, he’d been exactly what I needed. So dominating when it mattered, yet willing to let me take charge of his pleasure when he sensed I needed it. So different.Staring at his photograph, I touched myself. Dipped a finger between my sticky lips, pressing inside until it returned glimmering in the soft white glow of the wall lights. I slithered it to my clit and gasped as I circled the proud jewel that begged to be teased. Kept it up until the creamy fluid that seeped from my entrance drizzled into the crack of my behind and to the crisp sheets beneath.I needed more.As I grazed a fingernail across the jumping nub, my body spasmed internally. I pressed and drove the pads of two fingers either side of the energised bundle of nerve endings, capturing it in the inverted ‘V’ between my knuckles and squeezing.

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