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Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality
Date: 3/31/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com
pulling, eliciting a gasp from her. The material gives way haphazardly, the elastic and lace clinging to each other. It is split again on the opposite side, the pieces on her hips falling to the side. She hears me sigh, my hand running over her trimmed mons. She feels bare, her top gathers on her waist and her panties in shreds. The piece that covers her pussy remains, stuck to her lips from her dampness. Unable to control herself, she wiggles uncomfortably, glad to have the knife away from her skin. Movement on the bed tells her that I laid down between her legs. She no longer sees me, as her breasts block the view. She feels my hair brush against her thighs, my hands holding her hips. Slowly the last scrap of fabric fell from her wet slit. My hand, my teeth? She can't tell what I use, but it is gone and the cool air mingles with my hot breath, dancing over her labia. Did I say something? Was that a moan? Her head shook, trying again to remove the blindfold while I'm preoccupied. My tongue tracing over her inner thighs, and she instinctively tenses. She hates oral. I steady her thighs diving in, my tongue sweeping from her opening to her clit. She flinchs, pulling on her restraints, her verbal protests garbled. She can't tell if I took that as encouragement or complaint – I continue, regardless. She groans trying to pull away over and over, squirming and writhing. Her struggles are rewarded as the blindfold slides off her head and she can suddenly see. I didn't notice, my ...