1. A Pleasurable Night


    Date: 8/30/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Sex Humor, Author: banghimgood, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    little giggle. Then you looked at me in the mirror as our faces were to the right. You closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip. Damn, how I wanted to take you right there and then. You then bounced against me playfully with your ass and with a chuckle in your voice: “You’re bad. Behave. You know what bad boys get?” “You!” I exclaimed. The look of surprise on your face was priceless. Walking towards the changing room you confirmed: “I am going to go get changed.” “Great, after you do-I want to show you something.” “What?” “You’ll just have to wait and see” I told you in a fatherly voice. I waited for you to exit the dressing room-your arm wrapped with capris and jeans over it. I quickly grabbed them and told you I’d carry them. Not meaning to grab your arm as tightly as I did, I pulled you into the direction I wanted us to go. “Damn, babe. Not so rough” you requested. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” “And where’s the fire?” “Sorry” I was so excited that I wasn’t aware of how f***eful I was being or my speed. We got to where I had been with Cynthia. Finally I saw her against the wall placing a shirt on the mannequin with a pole. “Cynthia!” I yelled, not realizing just how loud I said her name. She looked back at us as if it was ex-stalking-boyfriend. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be that loud. Cynthia, this is my girlfriend.” “Yeah-you startled me.” She looked you up and down with a sultry smile then came around you while sizing you up. Upon completing her slow 360 revolution around you ...
    she stared directly at your tits: “44.....?” Your mouth dropped and looked at me then back at her: “Yeah-how did ya...?” She interrupted: “oh he told me. Just didn’t know your cup size.” The way you looked at me-pissy, I know I had to have blushed. “Oh really? ‘H’ is my cup size.” That was awkward. “I’ll be right back” Cynthia said before dashing off. I could tell you were embarrassed by how you swirled your tongue against your teeth. I stared into space ahead of me as your eyes bore a hole in my head. I swear, I could feel the heat of your stare in the right side of my face. She came back-not a moment too soon-with a seamstress tape in hand. “I need to take your measurements.” “What for?” you asked with a slight snap in your tone. “A surprise, honey” I informed you. “Uh huh-yeah?” the snap was more defined this time. I backed away, giving you two room. Watching Cynthia wield that measuring tape the way she did against your body...I fantasized it was nylon bondage rope. Especially when she allowed it to slide through her left hand so as to straighten it. Then with her right hand, threw it across your body with your back to her and caught in her left hand as your hands were up and to your sides. Only to push herself against your back while she pulled the rope....I mean measuring tape, across your breasts. Damn. I wish I could have seen the tape across the equator of your nipples as she pulled it tightly-digging into your breasts. Then I invisioned her pumping you as if she were ...
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