For Me From A sweet Sexy Soilder:)
With the morning sun peaking through the shades, a man wakes happily pressed firmly between his woman's cheeks, the air from the fan cool over their naked skin. Slowly, he leans in and presses his nose into her scalp to smell her hair, drawing in a deep breath, he exhales and lips part to kiss the pale skin of her bare shoulder. His fingertips trace along her spine, riding the curves up to her shoulder blade. Running the nail of his thumb across the blade, over her shoulder and down her arm, watching goosebumps rise and making her shudder and sigh in her sleep. Tracing backwards, he pushes himself against her soft, plump back side, and rises to sit next to her. With the palm of his hand on her shoulder, he gently rolls her to her back, her left breast flopping to view before him. Resisting the urge to to take her nipple into his mouth, he goes in for the attack. With his breath, hot against her neck, she stirs as his lips part widely to suck her neck, to
mark her as his. Her flesh is salty from last nights escapades, and she resists him as he wakes. He presses her arm down over her head as she moans, knowing he is going to leave a visible mark. Her other hand wanders, quickly finding his erection and grasping it firmly. She yanks, and he releases her neck, smiling as he looks down at the red mark that she will wear today. She will wear it with pride as it grows dark and sensitive to the touch. It will serve to remind her, that she is his, and his alone. She wants him inside of her, her hips rocking. He cups his hands over the crotch of her panties. They are damp from filling her last night, and hot from the desire she has for him. He tugs at her underwear, wedging them, before massaging her clit through her underwear, making them hot and damp. He leans down to run his tongue over hr nipples, across her breasts and underneath them, tasting her sweat from a hot night of passion the night before. She tries
to pull him on her and he pins her, kissing her other side of her neck, her earlobes. He runs his teeth over the tops of her ears, taking her scent of her hair in. He pulls her arms together holding her wrists with one hand. He uses his other hand to press his cock hard against cloth on her underwear. She whimpers beckoning him to take her. He tongues her ear, and whispers "last night, I've made love to you... today, I'm going to take you and fuck you senseless" she giggles arching her back, yearning for him. He lays over her, staring into her eyes with his blue eyes blazing with desire. He whispers, "just not now my pet." He smirks evilly and stands, heading to the bathroom. She is trembling with want, and she watches his naked backside as he saunters into the bathroom . He turns the shower on, and over his shoulder. "Join me... My love" he commands. She rises, stretches and pulls the wedge from her crotch and behind. He enters the shower, and as she
reaches the underwear drawer, as if he could see her, he commands her from the shower "No new underwear, i want you to you wear our scent today." She smiles, turns and strips them off, hoping they will dry a bit before she puts them back on, so she puts them by the fan.
She joins him in the shower. His eyes are closed and the water is washing over him. He turns, looking her body up and down with a smile. With his hand, he takes her chin and turns her head to admire the dark pink mark she will wear as a I-had-great-sex badge all day. He flashes his smile at her. "Cleanse my body" he says, lifting his arms over his head, pulling something off the showerhead. What is it? She ponders. She soaps his body, running her hands through the hair on his chest and under his arms. He leans into her, pushing his manhood against her belly. She pulls him close, running her soapy hands to squeeze his cheeks, letting her fingertips wander his arms lower around her shoulders, something in his hand. His eyes focus on his member against her belly. She pulls him towards her and wraps his arms over her shoulders, he kisses her, his tongue in her mouth. She takes one hand to guide the tip of his cock against her skin, the other one gripping his
butt cheek to pull him against her. She let's her hand slide, letting her fingers follow the flow of water down his backside. Massaging in small circles, she slides a fingertip inside of him, and he moans softly into her ear, the head of his cock swelling at her grasp. In circles, she presses the tip of his shaft against her belly. He stands back, putting his hands against her sides. His hand opens, and two heavy stainless steel balls on a string drop, the top of the string fixed in a metal loop around his thumb. His eyes are low, and full of intentions unknown to her. His body moves against hers, her back to the wall, he raises his device for her to see, then lowers it out of her vision. She tilts her head back, and he raises her leg onto the edge of thee shower. Working the first ball against her sex, he pushes it inside of her, then rapidly thumbs her clit, making her clench the ball inside of her. Again he does this with the second ball. He smirks
a wicked grin, the intensity in his eyes glowing blue, and raises his hand to put his fingers that were used to push the balls inside her, to her lips. When her body tries to relax, the weight of the balls pushes pleasantly downward, making her feel all funny in the knees. She parts her lips and sucks his fingers, taking his wrist and palms as if they were his shaft, tonguing his salty fingertips. He smiles and says "Turn around" and smiling she does, hoping he will take her right here and now the shower. She feels his body swell as it finds a happy place between her cheeks. His hands reach up to pull her hair back gently into the water, he squeezes out some shampoo into her hair and begins to wash it. The slickness of the shampoo and bubbles running down her backside feel wonderful for him to rub against. Moaning softly as he parts her cheeks again and again with his body. When he is finished with her hair, he lathers her shoulders with soap, massaging
them and down her arms. Wrapping his arms around her, he cups her breasts, soaping them, pushing his way between her cheeks, up and down. He pulls her back, rinsing her hair and washing her breasts on down. She enjoys the sensual feelings, the clean smell of soap, his hard body pressing against her... The weight of the balls shifts and her breath hitches from pleasure.
When they're finished in the shower, she brushes her hair and he sits back on the bed in a pair of jeans, shirtless. He watches her brush, naked, tracing body with his eyes. She feels his gaze on her, and turns to meet it. He is sniffing her panties, staring at her body. She walks over to him, and he extends them to her. "I love your scent." He says with a smirk. She takes them, grinning and brings them up to her nose. He shifts in his jeans and grunts at her. She turns away from him, and let's him watch as she puts her underwear back on. Over her shoulder she looks back at him and hitches them up her butt crack and gathers her clothes to put on, as she walks, she feels the steel balls shifting and rolling inside her. It makes her want sex, and the day has just begun.
All through her day, any time she walks, she is very aware of her want for sex. They exchange emails to each other back and forth all day. She can't wait to get home and get 'fucked senseless'.
mark her as his. Her flesh is salty from last nights escapades, and she resists him as he wakes. He presses her arm down over her head as she moans, knowing he is going to leave a visible mark. Her other hand wanders, quickly finding his erection and grasping it firmly. She yanks, and he releases her neck, smiling as he looks down at the red mark that she will wear today. She will wear it with pride as it grows dark and sensitive to the touch. It will serve to remind her, that she is his, and his alone. She wants him inside of her, her hips rocking. He cups his hands over the crotch of her panties. They are damp from filling her last night, and hot from the desire she has for him. He tugs at her underwear, wedging them, before massaging her clit through her underwear, making them hot and damp. He leans down to run his tongue over hr nipples, across her breasts and underneath them, tasting her sweat from a hot night of passion the night before. She tries
to pull him on her and he pins her, kissing her other side of her neck, her earlobes. He runs his teeth over the tops of her ears, taking her scent of her hair in. He pulls her arms together holding her wrists with one hand. He uses his other hand to press his cock hard against cloth on her underwear. She whimpers beckoning him to take her. He tongues her ear, and whispers "last night, I've made love to you... today, I'm going to take you and fuck you senseless" she giggles arching her back, yearning for him. He lays over her, staring into her eyes with his blue eyes blazing with desire. He whispers, "just not now my pet." He smirks evilly and stands, heading to the bathroom. She is trembling with want, and she watches his naked backside as he saunters into the bathroom . He turns the shower on, and over his shoulder. "Join me... My love" he commands. She rises, stretches and pulls the wedge from her crotch and behind. He enters the shower, and as she
reaches the underwear drawer, as if he could see her, he commands her from the shower "No new underwear, i want you to you wear our scent today." She smiles, turns and strips them off, hoping they will dry a bit before she puts them back on, so she puts them by the fan.
She joins him in the shower. His eyes are closed and the water is washing over him. He turns, looking her body up and down with a smile. With his hand, he takes her chin and turns her head to admire the dark pink mark she will wear as a I-had-great-sex badge all day. He flashes his smile at her. "Cleanse my body" he says, lifting his arms over his head, pulling something off the showerhead. What is it? She ponders. She soaps his body, running her hands through the hair on his chest and under his arms. He leans into her, pushing his manhood against her belly. She pulls him close, running her soapy hands to squeeze his cheeks, letting her fingertips wander his arms lower around her shoulders, something in his hand. His eyes focus on his member against her belly. She pulls him towards her and wraps his arms over her shoulders, he kisses her, his tongue in her mouth. She takes one hand to guide the tip of his cock against her skin, the other one gripping his
butt cheek to pull him against her. She let's her hand slide, letting her fingers follow the flow of water down his backside. Massaging in small circles, she slides a fingertip inside of him, and he moans softly into her ear, the head of his cock swelling at her grasp. In circles, she presses the tip of his shaft against her belly. He stands back, putting his hands against her sides. His hand opens, and two heavy stainless steel balls on a string drop, the top of the string fixed in a metal loop around his thumb. His eyes are low, and full of intentions unknown to her. His body moves against hers, her back to the wall, he raises his device for her to see, then lowers it out of her vision. She tilts her head back, and he raises her leg onto the edge of thee shower. Working the first ball against her sex, he pushes it inside of her, then rapidly thumbs her clit, making her clench the ball inside of her. Again he does this with the second ball. He smirks
a wicked grin, the intensity in his eyes glowing blue, and raises his hand to put his fingers that were used to push the balls inside her, to her lips. When her body tries to relax, the weight of the balls pushes pleasantly downward, making her feel all funny in the knees. She parts her lips and sucks his fingers, taking his wrist and palms as if they were his shaft, tonguing his salty fingertips. He smiles and says "Turn around" and smiling she does, hoping he will take her right here and now the shower. She feels his body swell as it finds a happy place between her cheeks. His hands reach up to pull her hair back gently into the water, he squeezes out some shampoo into her hair and begins to wash it. The slickness of the shampoo and bubbles running down her backside feel wonderful for him to rub against. Moaning softly as he parts her cheeks again and again with his body. When he is finished with her hair, he lathers her shoulders with soap, massaging
them and down her arms. Wrapping his arms around her, he cups her breasts, soaping them, pushing his way between her cheeks, up and down. He pulls her back, rinsing her hair and washing her breasts on down. She enjoys the sensual feelings, the clean smell of soap, his hard body pressing against her... The weight of the balls shifts and her breath hitches from pleasure.
When they're finished in the shower, she brushes her hair and he sits back on the bed in a pair of jeans, shirtless. He watches her brush, naked, tracing body with his eyes. She feels his gaze on her, and turns to meet it. He is sniffing her panties, staring at her body. She walks over to him, and he extends them to her. "I love your scent." He says with a smirk. She takes them, grinning and brings them up to her nose. He shifts in his jeans and grunts at her. She turns away from him, and let's him watch as she puts her underwear back on. Over her shoulder she looks back at him and hitches them up her butt crack and gathers her clothes to put on, as she walks, she feels the steel balls shifting and rolling inside her. It makes her want sex, and the day has just begun.
All through her day, any time she walks, she is very aware of her want for sex. They exchange emails to each other back and forth all day. She can't wait to get home and get 'fucked senseless'.
12年前
