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causing a wave of pressure to roll through me like a hot geyser. My clit bulged and the trickle increased, making me succumb and smother him.
My vulva immediately found his mouth before I tilted my pelvis, rocking against his lips and nose in a firm grind. From between his wide parted lips, his tongue swept around wildly, sending a tremor through me each time he made contact with my clit. Finally, pressing firmly to my sensitized bud, he made my body shake like I was wracked with convulsions. The motion of my hips made me pump harder against his face, using him for my gratification, perfect friction to my clit forming strands of euphoric bliss twisting inside me.
The tight pressure climbed inexplicably fast, flickering sparks gathering together to create a river of fire that crackled its way through my core. As the sensations bounced around like marbles in a pinball machine, I told myself to pull back because it was too soon to come. My body refused to cooperate with my brain, my labia remaining firmly pressed to his face, his vibrating hum too sensational to abandon. Perfectly attuned with the ideal pressure, it proved impossible to tear myself away. I came hard without warning, my body shuddering as my deep, throaty cry filled the room.
My muscles seized up, keeping me in a kneeled pose that Tom was forced to extricate himself from, hooking his hands over my thighs to slide out from beneath me, leaving me to collapse on the pillows.
I didn’t remain there for long. Tom’s firm grip clamped my hips and dragged me backwards, maneuvering my frame into a supine position before turning me over.
As he straddled me, I opened my eyes long enough to see his reddened face, glistening with my moisture. The sight made me smile through my deep breaths, my breasts heaving. The weight of his body shifted, letting me know his intention before I tasted myself on his mouth. Lying against me, his skin moist and warm, he tried to take advantage of my exhausted state.
For a moment, I let him get away with it, permitting his tongue to explore my mouth before sucking on it hard, making him groan. Taking back the upper hand whilst he was distracted by the flash of pain, I threw my hips upwards to throw him off me, scrambling to my knees to roll him over and sit on his stomach.
Panting heavily, he warmed my breasts as I leaned over him to retrieve the handcuffs I’d laid ready on the bedside table. “Were you trying to take charge, Tom?” I teased, my voice low and seductive.
My skill with the cold steel bracelets enabled me to keep hold of his wrists, securing him to the wrought-iron headboard with ease.
“Remember your place, pussy boy.” The aftershocks that reverberated through me seemed to create renewed energy, making me strong enough to keep him under my control.
“I will, Mistress.”
My body burned for him, my craving so strong that I could see myself riding him, but I wanted to punish him more.
Sliding off him, I laid on my side facing him, close enough to feel the heat from his damp skin without touching him. His swollen shaft pointed skyward, twitching with the slight touch of my fingers to the underside so that it nearly slapped his belly.
“Ready for me to fuck you, Tom?” As I spoke, I reached below his full sac to stroke his sensitive spot.
Emitting an unintelligible pitchy cry, Tom nodded before he found his voice. “Oh, God, yes.”
My vulva pulsed erratically, deep contracting with my desire to impale myself on his cock. “I told you greedy boys get punished, didn’t I?”
Turning away from him, I reached into the drawer of the beside cabinet.
“Have you ever had hot candle wax dripped on your cock?”
Tom exhaled with a hiss, writhing against his restraints as I rested a tapered white candle and lighter on his chest before tightly coiling my fingers around the base of his cock.
My core seemed filled with molten lava, desperate for escape despite my earlier climax. However, Lady Isis wanted him
My vulva immediately found his mouth before I tilted my pelvis, rocking against his lips and nose in a firm grind. From between his wide parted lips, his tongue swept around wildly, sending a tremor through me each time he made contact with my clit. Finally, pressing firmly to my sensitized bud, he made my body shake like I was wracked with convulsions. The motion of my hips made me pump harder against his face, using him for my gratification, perfect friction to my clit forming strands of euphoric bliss twisting inside me.
The tight pressure climbed inexplicably fast, flickering sparks gathering together to create a river of fire that crackled its way through my core. As the sensations bounced around like marbles in a pinball machine, I told myself to pull back because it was too soon to come. My body refused to cooperate with my brain, my labia remaining firmly pressed to his face, his vibrating hum too sensational to abandon. Perfectly attuned with the ideal pressure, it proved impossible to tear myself away. I came hard without warning, my body shuddering as my deep, throaty cry filled the room.
My muscles seized up, keeping me in a kneeled pose that Tom was forced to extricate himself from, hooking his hands over my thighs to slide out from beneath me, leaving me to collapse on the pillows.
I didn’t remain there for long. Tom’s firm grip clamped my hips and dragged me backwards, maneuvering my frame into a supine position before turning me over.
As he straddled me, I opened my eyes long enough to see his reddened face, glistening with my moisture. The sight made me smile through my deep breaths, my breasts heaving. The weight of his body shifted, letting me know his intention before I tasted myself on his mouth. Lying against me, his skin moist and warm, he tried to take advantage of my exhausted state.
For a moment, I let him get away with it, permitting his tongue to explore my mouth before sucking on it hard, making him groan. Taking back the upper hand whilst he was distracted by the flash of pain, I threw my hips upwards to throw him off me, scrambling to my knees to roll him over and sit on his stomach.
Panting heavily, he warmed my breasts as I leaned over him to retrieve the handcuffs I’d laid ready on the bedside table. “Were you trying to take charge, Tom?” I teased, my voice low and seductive.
My skill with the cold steel bracelets enabled me to keep hold of his wrists, securing him to the wrought-iron headboard with ease.
“Remember your place, pussy boy.” The aftershocks that reverberated through me seemed to create renewed energy, making me strong enough to keep him under my control.
“I will, Mistress.”
My body burned for him, my craving so strong that I could see myself riding him, but I wanted to punish him more.
Sliding off him, I laid on my side facing him, close enough to feel the heat from his damp skin without touching him. His swollen shaft pointed skyward, twitching with the slight touch of my fingers to the underside so that it nearly slapped his belly.
“Ready for me to fuck you, Tom?” As I spoke, I reached below his full sac to stroke his sensitive spot.
Emitting an unintelligible pitchy cry, Tom nodded before he found his voice. “Oh, God, yes.”
My vulva pulsed erratically, deep contracting with my desire to impale myself on his cock. “I told you greedy boys get punished, didn’t I?”
Turning away from him, I reached into the drawer of the beside cabinet.
“Have you ever had hot candle wax dripped on your cock?”
Tom exhaled with a hiss, writhing against his restraints as I rested a tapered white candle and lighter on his chest before tightly coiling my fingers around the base of his cock.
My core seemed filled with molten lava, desperate for escape despite my earlier climax. However, Lady Isis wanted him
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