Rose Of Two Thorn’s Journal Entry part 9-10 Dream Master (FF MM MF MFF MFM Bondage Solo Toys Dominatrix)

Wishing my heartbeat would go still.  The guilt of reading Becca’s journal.  Her most private thoughts, feelings and sexual desires must have been written all over my face.  Swallowing hard, I waited for the ultimate execution of a friendship that I should have been able to save. 
Watching in slow motion as the door swung in.  Silently… just like what the horror writers are always saying just before the last murder.  Feeling that door open, the further it swung in the shorter my breath had becum.  Swallowing hard… once again.  Hearing the click of my only door into or out of the room!  Feeling it shut, it latch reminded me of a prison cell door.  Feeling the hot breath caressing my neck. Cascading down my back as I dared to breath.  Feeling the same lips that have been tormenting me all day as they laid upon my bare skin.  The need to apologize had been caught in my throat as I feel the gripping of my breasts.  The pressure of her tits as they are pressed into my back. 
Somewhere, I swear I heard her say, “So, what did you think of my writing?”  The pressure of her lips, the scrap of her teeth against my neck only got one response…
“Ooooh” as my body shook from the inside. 
Wanting to tell her that every page I read, every page I lived…  The pull to my breasts, even as I look down.  Even as my own hands cum up to clasp over hers, everything feels like a p.o.v. camera.  Going from my own view to that of my breasts.  Zooming in on all four hands caressing, pulling, squeezing on my tits!  Massaging the areola.  To the pinkness of my nips as Becca’s fingers have trap them in between her fingers.  Then whoosh, getting the up front view of my pussy.  The wetness from all this attention.  From my breasts, the squeezing, the torture that it all must cause.  To the feel of each and every kiss that she has laid upon me.
Even now as the camera starts to slowly track my body up.  Slowly retracting to see my hips, the way they react to this  excitement.  The way they respond to the sensual treatment of my breasts, of my neck. 
Slowly moving up to my stomach.  To the way I suck it in while Becca’s hands caress my body.  To the way I can always tell from the depth of my stomach the amount of orgasmic trills that is coursing through my body.
Tightening up as the camera moves up further.  Capturing my lower rib cage.  Watching as my diaphragm is left in a state of pure ecstasy.  From the kiss along my backside.  To the woman handling I had been getting.
Wanting to say something, anything before.. before…  “Ooh fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm” even as that.. that plea for mercy that left my mouth.  That sound cried out for her to continue her molestation of my body!  Of.. of…
Spinning me around while side stepping my trembling form.
Taking my breast, my whole fucking breast in her mouth.  The suction of her mouth.  The flicking of her tongue scored against my nip.  The feel of that wide tongue being matched against a tiny nipple…  The feel of the lick, the unadulterated passion that transferred from her body to mine.  The shock from my lungs to my mouth.  Throwing my head back, not giving a dam if my strength was high enough.  Not giving a dam if my body could handle a standing orgasm.  It struck!
“Yesss, lick Mmm nip Ooh” feeling the after effects of a nipple lick.  The springing action, the flinging of the moisture that has gathered on the tip of my nip.  How hard it has becum by the simple rebound.  By the simple touch of her lips as they closed in.  Caressing, smoothing the very thing that always stood out above my mound of succulent skin.
Quaking from all of this attention.  From the kissing, from the caressing to the lip dragging down my back.  And now to the front, my front the very place where her lips touched my breast.  The very place where she, Becca had stolen my breath in her mood of seduction.
Stumbling back, catching myself on the table.  The same table where her steamy journal lay.  The same table where.. my fight of refusal had disappeared without a fight!  Where I, Nya simply  must place my back against this cool surface that stole my response.
“Ooo Ooo” I began, knowing in a very short few seconds my next, more passionate moan would!..  “Oh yesss!  Fuckkk Mmm!  Now Ooh, now Ooooh.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh” giving my body zero time to react, zero time for my body to recover before moaning anew.
Being proped up like some fuck doll.  Being eaten by a wild woman!  My cunt did not know what or where to go, instead it started to spasm.  Started to recoil!  Even as my hands pulled her in.  Pulled Becca in as my cunt was about to…
“OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm… Yesssssssss” my rotation, my bounding up and down for her tongue to get deeper, to drive me wild just before I creamed all over Becca’s face.
Pulling her up, by the hair.  Sucking on her lips.  Licking off the flavor of my cunt from her lips.  Plunging down into Becca’s throat.  Showing her thanks for eating me out.  Biting on her bottom lip as I retreat.  Stretching it out feeling her vulnerability, her need to be dominated.

Instructing Becca to crawl to me. On hands and knees. “Cum on little cum slut, cum on so you can have this..” plunging two fingers into my cunt. My own imagination having taken over as my fingers reached their limits. The smell of cream, the way my hips thrust up, my feet planted on their tippy toes. Yes this was a O, a massive one. One that I needed to share!
Relaxing my legs, feeling the need to thrust my fingers back even thou my juicy cunt still needed to be licked, sucked possible with my fingers still buried so deep inside myself. Shaking off that selfish need. Looking Becca straight in the eyes, then plunging the same two fingers. The same two which where dripping with my girl juices into Becca’s mouth. Spreading them so my tongue could squeeze in too.
My breath was short and hot and here was my little cum slut, legs spread, butt hanging off at the side of the bed. I slid off the bed. Attacking that beautiful behind with my lips. Kissing down, down Becca’s bum. My lips cuming so close to her asshole, to her pussy that I could taste the pre-cum. Butt my lips drifted further down. Stinging her beautiful thigh. Feeling the shaking of her muscles as my lips reversed course.
This time the lips that I’ve trained ever since I was a little girl skipped over Becca’s hot spot. Passed over her slit, the one place that I knew needed them to be. My breath, seeing how short and hot it was. Her cunt swelling up. When the two meet, her cunt, my breath the force of the air. The force that parted her lips. That tickled her erogenous zone made her wet slit cringe with anticipation. Even as my lips fell, landing on her thigh. Even as my breath had passed exposing her clit to the cool ambient air of the room. I felt a hiccup in her breathing. A slight error that could only be, “Hold it” I whispered. My lips still trailing down her other thigh. Feeling the tremor in her muscles. Knowing how bad she wanted, needed to cum.
Forcing my hand away from my wet juicy cunt. Even though my kisses continued down her thigh my hands started to massage her lips, started to squeeze her clit without touching it. Started to rub her asshole. “No, I want you to hold it” as I kissed, “I want you to feel every nerve in your” even as another kiss fell, turning Becca on so much more then if I would have let her cum to begin with. “Body till each one begs” knowing the feeling of not cuming even though your body wanted to. “For it, till every nerve” I couldn’t let her go on so…
“OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkking yesssssssss…” blurted from her mouth.
Both thumbs plunging into one hole at a time. Filling her cunt, filling her asshole, and still my kisses slowly trailing back up.
With each kiss Becca’s Os where becuming stronger, more concentrated. With every kiss Becca’s breath was becuming just a whisper even though I could feel the orgasm she had just below the surface. My teeth, her nicely rounded ass. One lick, one kiss… one bite. Watching her world cum apart at the seam’s.
The final kiss, even as my hot breath cascaded down her wet slit. With the pucker of my lips. The passion of my kiss, the heat of my tongue as it pierced her very wet hole.
“OooOoooOoooo fuckkk OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss OooOoooOoooo fuckkk OooohOooohOooohOoooh Mmmmmmmmm” as Becca’s booty slammed back Impaling its self in a tri point of pleasure. With my thumb still plunging in and out of her butt, my other thumb caressing her g-spot while my tongue drinks from the same wet hole.
Feeling her last gasp, feeling her last orgasm as Becca’s body collapses in a satisfied heap. This collapse, this worn out smiling heap of a satisfied woman called for me to join her. “Nya, Oh (shivering as the memory of the massive O replayed in my brain over and over again) Nya, just need to rest for a few…” Shhhh, I was out like a light before I could even finish that.. that… Damn her!
Becca’s body still convulsing while she was in dreamland.

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