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Darla

Date: 4/21/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: spice16, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

his back arch involuntarily at her touch. Again and again, till he was writhing on the bed. "Stop it!" he gasped. "All right," she said, and moved back away from the bed, walking around to the foot of it, never taking her eyes off him. She climbed up on the bed, to kneel between his legs. Watching him, again, she began to caress herself, her hands following the same path, but lingering longer on her breasts, pulling the nipples out again and again. Then her hands moved downwards, up under the tank top, and she drew it up and over her head and tossed it to the floor. The soft light revealed a light film of sweat. Then she leaned forward a bit and reached up toward where his left hand was tied. With both hands, she caressed his arm, slowly working her way downwards, using fingertips and fingernails in gentle concert. She traced her way down over his collarbone, his nipple (circling until he writhed again) and again over his belly, making him twist under her hands. This time, she approached the waistband of his briefs and slid her fingers beneath, sliding them down ever so slightly, releasing him a bit. Breathing faster but still smiling, she ran a gentle fingertip around the ridge on his cock, only once. His back arched again and he pressed against her hand, his body wanting more. But her hands moved upwards to his other hand and arm, and again, she repeated the slow downward massage. By the time she reached his cock, he was gasping. "Oh God, please..." "Please what, Michael? ... What would you like?" "what... oh... in your mouth, please..." "Ah, but I can't do that while you have those on. You should have gotten undressed, you know? What shall I do now?" Her fingertips pushed the waistband down a bit more, teasing him by tracing a path through his hair. Darla knelt on the bed and considered the situation. Then, lightly, she began to trace the outlines of Michael's cock through the fabric of his briefs. Around, down, up, back, her hands made a path over the light blue material, but they did not again touch bare skin. He began to move his hips in rythym with her fingers, wiggling whenever she moved upwards in an attempt to pull her hands where he wanted them to be. Her fingers moved down between his legs, teasingly, slipping inside the elastic now and again to caress him. She bent closer to him, watching his reaction. Her mouth opened slightly, she bent her head down by her hands. He moved his hips upward, seeking her mouth. Shaking her head, then, she brushed her hair over his stomach, lightly over the head of his cock, and then straightened up. He flopped back on the bed in disappointment and looked at her. "Bitch," he said through clenched teeth. "Yes, Michael, all that and more." She looked down at him through hooded eyes. And then, slowly, she put her index finger in her mouth and sucked on it, moving it in and out of her mouth. Then two fingers. He pulled against the ties that bound his hands. They held him fast. Angry now, he struggled, trying to ...