1. In the Name of Art - Part II


    Date: 5/29/2017, Categories: Anal, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    ascent of her fingertips to his loins. The spectacle of his hardness fully engorged before her pulsed heat into her loins. Biting her lower lip, she knew if she touched herself, her fingers would easily wetten to the touch. Withdrawing her hand, she giggled at his body’s reaction and moan of frustration. Their eyes met as she leisurely crawled over his body and she gently grazed her taut abdomen against his fiercely hard cock. Avoiding his need to place his lips on hers, she pushed his head into the soft pillow. Straddling his face, her shins pressed on his prone biceps, she had pinned him down. Transfixed and staring at her aroused labia enflamed his nagging frustration, it was so close yet it was too far to touch. His chest felt tight with the intensity of his arousal, the heavy thud of his heart rang in his ears. The need for sexual gratification was already gnawing at his insides; the excitement of this game had sharpened his senses. Taking his hands, she placed them above his head. He could not see but she beamed as he offered no physical resistance. With the clicking of metallic ratchets, he was handcuffed to the heavy metal bedstead. “Penny, erm, be gentle, right?” She smirked, “Not chickening out are we?” “Fuck no, just no whipping my bollocks. Actually, no whipping anything would be great.” Penny giggled, “Relax, no pain, you’re just going to be my slave, that’s all.” “Oh, that’s alright then,” his voice carried a hint of sarcasm, “you have the keys for these ...
    things, right?” “Shush. Now eat... slave!” She lowered herself to him and running her fingers through his hair pulled him to her aching sex. The tenderness of his tongue parting her wet folds made her gasp. With soft, delicate attention to her clit, she punctured the air with airy gasps of encouragement. Each silken caress broadcast the vivid fusion of sexual pleasure and electricity into her body. Raising the ante, he captured her clit with his lips. Sucking softly, the blunt silken point of his tongue caressed her hard button. “That’s it, just there, don’t stop...” Panting softly, her fingers woven into his hair tightened their grip. His touch invigorated that flow of pressure into the core of her loins. She had harboured this heightened sense of sexual need for hours. Their flirting was a constant source of titillation; he had unwittingly cultivated her craving into unadulterated lust. Now, he was unaware of how he was nurturing that lust into a monstrous sensation of sexual pleasure. He was devouring her one lick at a time, feeding her addiction for him to new heights. Luxuriating in this act of domination, she looked down to watch him attend to her. The sight, the sounds and the sensations were beginning to overwhelm her capacity for restraint. His act of willing subservience exhilarated her and she yearned for more with every airy gasp from her pouting mouth. Reaching around to hold his rigid cock, its resistance to her grasp conveyed its intense hardness. She needed no words ...
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