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Her panties were soaking wet. “I love these.” He leaned forward, watching her face as his lips covered her, his tongue rubbing back and forth and then sucked.
She began to bring her arms down again to bury her fingers in his head as he devoured her chest, but he stopped her again. “Those hands are giving you a lot of trouble today, Mrs. Daniels.”
It was a true statement. She was having difficulty keeping from touching him. She knew the punishment would be so worth it, there really wasn’t anything stopping her, but yet she did what he’d asked. She surrendered her own will.
He unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down over her hips and thighs. She stepped out of them. Her lace panties were left in place.
“Turn.”
With her arms still up in the air, she took small shuffling steps to turn in a full circle until she faced him again.
“Undress me,” he said.
She was grateful to be able to pull her arms down at last. With shaking fingers she removed his shirt, feeling the heat of his chest and the excitement of his heavy breathing as she kneeled and pulled down his pants, allowing him to step out of them. Normally, she’d hold onto his enormous erection, her mouth watering for the desired taste of his precum. But she resisted, stood, her right breast sneaking a quick touch against the crown of his cock, which bobbed in response.
“Take down your panties.”
She did so, not taking her eyes off his. When she stood erect and completely naked, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his groin. He didn’t object as she squeezed herself against him, as she raised her thigh, rubbing her sex against his hip and upper leg, as she moaned into his ear. He bit her neck, kissed his way under her chin and bit the other side. She melted into him. If his arms were not holding her up she would have collapsed into the floor.
They parted, Jameson turning on the shower. He gently ushered her in, but stopped outside to dig something from his pants. It was a red satin ribbon and he didn’t try to hide it. He grabbed one of her hair clips from the vanity and brought it also to the shower. He secured her hair up with the large clip, placing a kiss at the top of her neck.
“Now, give me those wrists,” he commanded.
She turned back to face him and held her forearms together. He wrapped the red ribbon in figure eights around both wrists, ending in a bow on top, securing them both.
“That should take care of that.”
“Where did you get—”
“Did I ask you to speak, Mrs. Daniels?”
He moved her into the water stream, careful not to get too much of her hair wet. The shower gel was in his hands as he massaged her neck, down her shoulders, her arms, and then around her front to her breasts. She rolled her head back, resting on his shoulder as he rubbed.
His fingers found her sex, washing and massaging her nude lips, smoothing over her butt checks, one at a time, and then following up with fingers applying soap bubbles down the crack to her behind. He didn’t penetrate, though she would have gladly accepted him, soap and all.
He finished washing her legs, kneeling before her. She rested her encumbered arms at the back of his neck as he bent over her feet. When water rinsed over her body, his tongue found her clit. She braced herself gently on his shoulders so she could rise up on tiptoes, move one knee to the side to give him full access, which he took eagerly. Leaning over further, she pressed her breasts against his ears, which spurred him to go deeper with his tongue.
He abruptly came up, turned her around and bent her over, placing her palms and bound forearms against the wall. He knelt behind her and found her opening again, exploring and biting her lips. She could feel the let down of juices, and felt the reaction in him as they fueled his desire further.
The backs of her thighs felt his powerful muscles just before she felt his huge cock enter her from behind. She hissed as he plunged deep, rooting,
She began to bring her arms down again to bury her fingers in his head as he devoured her chest, but he stopped her again. “Those hands are giving you a lot of trouble today, Mrs. Daniels.”
It was a true statement. She was having difficulty keeping from touching him. She knew the punishment would be so worth it, there really wasn’t anything stopping her, but yet she did what he’d asked. She surrendered her own will.
He unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down over her hips and thighs. She stepped out of them. Her lace panties were left in place.
“Turn.”
With her arms still up in the air, she took small shuffling steps to turn in a full circle until she faced him again.
“Undress me,” he said.
She was grateful to be able to pull her arms down at last. With shaking fingers she removed his shirt, feeling the heat of his chest and the excitement of his heavy breathing as she kneeled and pulled down his pants, allowing him to step out of them. Normally, she’d hold onto his enormous erection, her mouth watering for the desired taste of his precum. But she resisted, stood, her right breast sneaking a quick touch against the crown of his cock, which bobbed in response.
“Take down your panties.”
She did so, not taking her eyes off his. When she stood erect and completely naked, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his groin. He didn’t object as she squeezed herself against him, as she raised her thigh, rubbing her sex against his hip and upper leg, as she moaned into his ear. He bit her neck, kissed his way under her chin and bit the other side. She melted into him. If his arms were not holding her up she would have collapsed into the floor.
They parted, Jameson turning on the shower. He gently ushered her in, but stopped outside to dig something from his pants. It was a red satin ribbon and he didn’t try to hide it. He grabbed one of her hair clips from the vanity and brought it also to the shower. He secured her hair up with the large clip, placing a kiss at the top of her neck.
“Now, give me those wrists,” he commanded.
She turned back to face him and held her forearms together. He wrapped the red ribbon in figure eights around both wrists, ending in a bow on top, securing them both.
“That should take care of that.”
“Where did you get—”
“Did I ask you to speak, Mrs. Daniels?”
He moved her into the water stream, careful not to get too much of her hair wet. The shower gel was in his hands as he massaged her neck, down her shoulders, her arms, and then around her front to her breasts. She rolled her head back, resting on his shoulder as he rubbed.
His fingers found her sex, washing and massaging her nude lips, smoothing over her butt checks, one at a time, and then following up with fingers applying soap bubbles down the crack to her behind. He didn’t penetrate, though she would have gladly accepted him, soap and all.
He finished washing her legs, kneeling before her. She rested her encumbered arms at the back of his neck as he bent over her feet. When water rinsed over her body, his tongue found her clit. She braced herself gently on his shoulders so she could rise up on tiptoes, move one knee to the side to give him full access, which he took eagerly. Leaning over further, she pressed her breasts against his ears, which spurred him to go deeper with his tongue.
He abruptly came up, turned her around and bent her over, placing her palms and bound forearms against the wall. He knelt behind her and found her opening again, exploring and biting her lips. She could feel the let down of juices, and felt the reaction in him as they fueled his desire further.
The backs of her thighs felt his powerful muscles just before she felt his huge cock enter her from behind. She hissed as he plunged deep, rooting,
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