Training Day

Silently sitting, reading, listening, watching her.

Waiting

Eager body, contorting, rocking, moaning.

Wanting

Stroking now, preparing, oil shimmering rock hard cock.

Planned entry coming

Buzzing vibrator taped, pleasuring, unmoving, brings her higher.

But not enough

Standing over her, gently pulling, her head tips over the edge of the bed

Adjusting blindfold, checking earplugs, positioning

Unexpected touch elevates the heart, anticipation ending mouth opening ready.

Hands reach out eagerly, bindings stopping, preventing touch

Caressing her lips softly his smoothly shaven sac teases her, tongue coming out in greeting

Cock in hand, moan exits his mouth as his balls are sucked, licked, worshiped and loved

Taste explodes, musky smell and something else, chocolatey blood orange infused oil dances on her palate. Her

pussy swollen, wet, dripping, vibrator pulsing, wanting entry, not knowing when/if it might come. Sticky sweet

nectar pooling.

Oil lubricated head crosses her lips, eyes roll back in delight, groaning, reaching, grasping her nipple with oil

covered hand, hard full of want, her moan shuttering his cock. Slowly pushing deeper, filling her with hard

pulsing need. Cautiously until she is can’t handle more. Pausing, allowing fullness to feel good.

Gagging, but not, wanting more, hips rocking under stimulation, rapture filled nipples, erect clit burns with

stimulation. Mouth momentarily empty, gasping, crying out, needing. Never has it been this deep. Sucking it in,

tongue coming forward allowing his hardness deeper, jaw shifting.

Orgasm building closer, so much pressure , so much pleasure, tied hand trying to touch.

Thrusting deeper the shaft disappears in her mouth. The sight captivating, intoxicating knowing that boundaries

have been broken. Pride in his pet fills him, grasping a calf pulling it to him, her dripping pussy rises before

him. Fingers probing in time with his cock. Sharply rising sensations put her over. Crushing euphoria over her.

Squeezing his fingers triggers him to join her ride. Juices flooding down her throat, his legs shake, struggling to

stand or be taken over he grips her leg with a free hand.

Moments pass with heavy breathing. His hand slowly relaxes yet the print remains from the tight grip.

“What a Good Girl you have been”

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