1. Lesson Plans


    Date: 2/6/2016, Categories: BDSM, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: LaMaluca, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    your jeans either. I hear your luggage topple, feel the ghost of breath teasing my exposed shoulder. My cardigan is leaving my arms as you speak four sweltering words: ‘Undress for me now.’ “What about the date—“ “I will take you out whenever you like. That’s after I see how gorgeous that dress looks. OFF of your delicious body.” My eyes flutter open and closed. I am so riled that speaking isn’t my usual witty train of thought. Mind is clouded by your charisma, the power you hold over me. You leave my side and bend over to your suitcase, unzipping it meaningfully. I peer around you for a closer glimpse. “Get to work,” you order softly, your back still to me as you rummage through with one hand. I think to retort while my stiletto clicks impatiently on the linoleum. But when your standing up reveals to me an array of sex toys (all meant to punish), the sassiness leaves. “Yes.” With a deliberate care each is laid next to the other on countertop marble. With hem gathered tightly, I raise my gown past my midriff. The pay-off wouldn’t taste as sweet if I undressed all at once. And true to my thoughts, your impossibly tempting eyes pin me still. “Your stomach’s pretty as the rest of you. But don’t tell me this is the point you start to go shy on me,” the words are darkly seductive, made more so by the last of your toys to be unpacked: a gorgeous harness with fastenings all over. My eyes may betray me in their naiveté, even as the chiffon fabric glides down over me again. It is ...
    better to shimmy out a gown than pull it over. Your approval gleams brightly as the setting sun against the mirrors. You must want to help me, despite the hands-off role chosen on your behalf. I drag out your desires with a lazy tug on my neckline. Each trembling breast is begging for escape, yet I cannot get over how captivated you have become. So the power dance ensues for longer. “I said I wanted it off,” you warn me playfully, circling me as my antics grow bolder. I’m reaching underneath my flowing skirts in a very provocative way. I saw no point in wearing panties if A) you were part of my plans and B) my clothes were floor-length. “You never said I had to do it immediately.” I spin happily in place, bending over to hide my toplessness at your tortured expense. The growls you make are so a****listic they send anticipatory shivers through me. My lip disappears between my teeth again. “It was implied, girl.” I glance to you for the third time, seeing clearly that the game is thrilling us both. If it were possible for a hard-on to destroy a decent pair of jeans yours would be unapologetically torn in the front. “Baby doll.” “Yes?” I squeal in delight, loving your pet names. Now my sweetheart neckline has fallen past my hips and slid down my restless thighs. I am almost nude before you. The silken material tickles on its descent. “Don’t hide yourself. I order you to show me.” I look down to see both forearms shielding my chest from view. It is more difficult for some reason, ...
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