1. BDSM


    Date: 5/3/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: big_zap, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    appeared two rather long and silky, pink scarves, one retrieved from each pocket in his pants, and he wrapped each end around both of his hands. He smiled again. "Surprise." He stood there watching her as he absently wrapped and unwrapped his hands around the scarves. What he planned to do with those, she wasn't entirely certain, though admittedly she was not quite so foreign to a few possibilities. The rhythmic playfulness with which he toyed with the bindings left her incapable of speech and completely fixed on his hands. Such powerful hands he displayed, his long and thick fingers had gripped her so tightly just mere moments ago, and she could feel the heat transfer from the tips of his digits to her backside. She had liked it. And he knew it. The aspect of his grip that she decided she enjoyed the most was just how soft his hands were upon her skin. Though he knew how to apply pressure just enough to exhibit the rigid feel other men with far more weathered hands had, they were still gentle to the touch and inviting. Completely so. His ability to stimulate such a wide variety of sensations within her was perhaps his most attractive quality. Well, that and his steely aura of confidence. Finally, he stopped with the scarves, and he looked on at her. His deep brown eyes loomed large as he eyed her, almost as if he were tunneling through her to the very core of her being and perusing her for all she was worth. Suddenly, his stance shifted and he grimaced slightly. It was ...
    almost imperceptible, but to her with her dancing background she was privy to such a small deviation in posture. It seemed to her as if he was favoring his leg, but before she could devote to it much more thought he was simply smiled at her. He now sported an almost wicked grin replete with his signature mischievous wink and playful arrogant stare. "What are you thinking?" She heard herself verbalize the question just as she realized she was thinking of asking him. Old habits die hard, and her curiosity and desire to be in control of every little situation had gotten the best of her. Now, she was f***ed to await his reply, if one was even forthcoming. His smile remained, but he walked over to the corner window in the room and sat down in a large wooden chair with royal blue cushions. Without a word, he raised his right hand in the air, crooked a finger, and motioned her over to stand before him. And stand before him she would. She carefully placed one foot before the next, as her bare feet once more touched down quietly on the chilled wood floor. The feeling of warmth he had imparted upon her still swirled within her, and the contrast between the conditions inside of her body compared to those of her surroundings were palpable. So cold, yet so very hot. When she reached his chair, she moved in as close as she possibly could without touching him, knowing he would have something to say about her doing so without his expressed desire. She was learning quickly. "I am thinking of you, ...
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