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Languages: Русский/English

Location: Yakutia ♥

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples

Age: 19

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Quiet please, and I won't turn that sound on soon.", she whispered, before slipping the covers off and smacking her forehead. "Now wear that dress." With that she moved to the hush-hush area and slowly seamed a very small skirt around her slim waist. Her limbs were so thin that the fabric clung to her body as she walked, her full breasts pressed against the curvaceous curves of her waist. The skirt took away most of the padding and bra, leaving her naked but for her thong. She wore no pantyhose and clearly showed no need for them – her large full breasts were perfectly shaped and tipped forward, satisfying her dominant husband without causing him to have to work. She knelt down in the centre of the circle and proffered her hands. Her wrists were clipped together behind her back and there was a small lock embedded in the skirt. She then knelt again and again until her chest was just below her navel. Her smooth creamy skin shone in the full moonlight that shimmered through the open window, cascading down to her ample belly and slowly to her just-bustled bottom. When it was dark enough her sonorous voice boomed out to the front yard and she instantly sank to her knees. He walked behind her – out of sight – and turned her to face him. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth to him. He pulled her head back to mount his face. At the same time her hands came to rest on the hush at the back of her neck, and her trembling chest lifted away to ride his face harder. His tongue came harshly down onto her neck where his warm mouth pressed itself against the nub. He held her eyes tight as he began to nibble on her flesh.

The nips pulled back and forth in a furious rythmic motion. Although she tried to pull away, she could not move her arms – she was stretched so tight. He simply moved his hands over her shoulders and chest. Again her legs came together in a deep gush and her body twitched with anticipation. After what seemed like an eternity he returned to his seat with what seemed like a pail of sand. He ran his hand over the edge of the pail and she was surprised to feel it drips down her slick creamy thigh, down her calf to where his hand stopped and then back up smoothly. He squeezed tight and her back arched to press herself into him. A barely audible moan escaped her mouth and he rammed his hand between her thighs to feel how wet she was. He bent his head down and licked up a quick trace of her wetness with his tongue and she jerked against him trying desperately to stay free. He looked down at her and her face was flushed; her lust had been intense and she was looking forward to a lot more of it. He replaced his tongue with his lips and nibbled gently on the upturned part of her neck, lifting it higher to kiss the ridge of her neck. His other hand was making sure she was sufficiently aroused. He began to kiss up the length of her spine, falling to the shallow end on each cheek. His lips met her ear and she could feel his mouth descend. As he kissed her inner ear she felt him pushing his cock into her.

A low moan escaped her and she felt her own body tremble with pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity he leaned close to her ear, "Silence. Calm down." She did as he said, still clutching her arms. His strength and endurance was apparent in her eyes and it was very pleasing to see. He began to stroke her slowly. He leaned closer still to her knees, making sure that her head was down and her breasts were supported by her arms. His calm demeanour earned her a smile and she led him to the comfortable arms of the chair. She liked to be comfortable and this pleased him. His arms were encased in the familiar cotton shirts and he looked down at her large breasts, slightly out of kilter. She was small and she wasn't obviously over six foot but she seemed to fit well. He smiled to himself and felt a tingle in his loins. He reached out and pulled the elastic of her garter and she giggled before pulling him into a more comfortable position. He craned his neck to one side and leaned forward, slipping the garter over his neck, stockings around his ankles. Garter belts were part of the play and she knew he enjoyed wearing them when he played rough. He slipped the garter onto the chair and trailed the end of it over her belly, out over her long, silky, silky legs and down her firm thighs. He drew the stocking ends down from her calves and left one in each leg..

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