1. Testing Limits


    Date: 5/6/2017, Categories: BDSM, Masturbation, Sex Humor, Author: ella-x, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    over the very base of my centre, creating a tormentingly gentle friction. I inhaled deeply as I pushed down harder in an attempt to relieve myself. It was so subtle, but felt so incredibly good after being spread for such a long time. My eyes shot up to the door as it opened once more. Matt’s bare feet sounded softly upon the wooden floor as walked towards me and stood behind the back of the chair, before leaning forwards and letting his hot breath slide down my neck. He’d showered- he smelt warm and clean with soft hints of mint. But he’d still gotten dressed again, wearing just a plain white t-shirt with slack blue denim jeans. “Are you turned on?” His question took me by surprise. “No,” I lied indignantly; still frustrated that he’d come in and left me before this, hot and wanting. He moved around to my front and squatted between my open knees. I watched his hands as they graced over my thighs and pushed the hem of the t-shirt right up to the tops of them; revealing my entirety to him. “Okay,” he remarked humorously with a quirk to his lips, and I glanced downwards to see an unmistakable wet patch on the chair. Without touching me, he’d already kissed, teased and fucked my mind. He stood back up and leant forwards, brushing his lips over the shell of my ear. “Did you touch yourself whilst I was gone?” he asked quietly. I shook my head slowly and he traced the outer shell of my ear with his hot tongue. “Are you lying to me, like you just did when I asked it you were turned ...
    on?” I shook my head again, rendered speechless. “Did you think about touching yourself?” “Yes.” “I bet you did.” He placed his right knee between my legs and pressed it forwards so that it was pressing firmly between my open cleft; hard denim on sensitive flesh. “Matt,” I whimpered. “You’ve got my jeans wet,” he whispered into my ear so quietly that I could only just hear him. I exhaled shakily as he withdrew his knee from between my legs and walked to stand behind me again. “Arms up,” he instructed as he pinched the shoulders of my t-shirt. I slid my hands from beneath my thighs, now hot and clammy, and held them above my head. He pulled the material from me and dropped it to the floor at my side. “And back where they were,” he instructed, and I placed them back between my legs and the leather of the chair. “Where did you go?” His hands moved over my shoulders and across my chest, and as his palms brushed over my nipples, I arched my back towards his touch. “I finished what we were watching on TV and then had a shower.” I laughed; his response was so casual and blasé. But my humour didn’t last long. Whilst he caressed my breasts with his hands and fingers, he began sponging wet, open mouthed kisses over my shoulders; pressing his tongue to my skin as he did so. They came up the left side of my neck; so warm and soft as his breath washed over my skin. “You’re not to come until I say you can,” he spoke between kisses. “Do you understand?” I could feel my body trembling as the ...
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