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You probably have no idea your hard nipples are trying desperately to poke through the white t-shirt you stole from me. I want to bite them.Do you know your tits bounce to-and-fro as you dust off the dresser? I want to squeeze them.Your sexy ass also shimmies side-to-side as your hands rub the dust cloth over the furniture in long, repetitive strokes. I want to fuck that ass.Every now and then, you pause to check your progress, and tuck your blonde hair behind your ears, showing me your long, slender neck. I want to mark it with my teeth.I settle against the doorframe watching you, sexy baby, tidy up the bedroom. You make everything sexy – even cleaning.“Baby, I want you to dance for me,” I say. I long to see your body continue to sensually move for me.You spin around furrowing your brows, “What? Dance for you?”“Yes, you are a beautiful dancer with your long legs and shapely ass. I love to watch your body move; I find it intoxicating. Put on a private dance show for me … right now.”You give me a very stern, “No,” and resume your cleaning. And that just doesn’t work for me. Looks like I will have to take matters into my own hands. I head to my closet.I go straight for my silk ties. I choose six and begin tying them together in a long rope. You are almanbahis oblivious to what I am doing. Once complete, I choose a few more items from the drawer in the closet and head your way. I set my items down on my nightstand before I reach you.Like a snake stalking its prey, I slither up behind you and my mouth finds your sexy neck. After claiming you with an initial bite, a few soft kisses caress your skin and you drop your dust cloth. Your pink pouty lips moan for me.I turn you towards me and passionately kiss you. My tongue pries open your mouth and my tongue teases yours, probing and swirling around and around. I explore every crevice in your tasty mouth. When I feel your knees weaken, I break our kiss and lead you to the open closet door, reaching down to grab my rope of ties.“Hands up,” I order.“I am in the middle of cleaning,” you half-heartedly protest. My lips capture yours again and silence you.I restrain your wrists with the bottom tie and hang the other end over a hook at the top of the closet doorframe. I pull the rope of ties until you are balancing on your tippy-toes. Then, I secure it to the hook, keeping you from escaping.Your eyes are wide as you know by now it is impossible to try to guess my next course of action. And you almanbahis yeni giriş are nervous, yet excited. With one yank, I pull your leggings and panties down to your ankles. I reach down and remove them the rest of the way. Your head tilts back as my hand seeks out your pussy to assess your wetness. No surprise, my fingers come back sticky.My eyes won’t leave your nipples begging to be nipped. My lips suck one through the flimsy cotton t-shirt, eliciting pants from your delicious mouth. “And now you will dance for me.”I return my fingers to your wet pussy and rapidly finger fuck you as you jump back a little on your toes. With each thrust, your toes leap up and down in a cute little bunny hop.“Good girl,” I whisper before withdrawing my finger. And so your alluring dance begins.I move to the nightstand and your eyes widen as you see me return with the vibrator. I see your legs squeeze tightly together trying to soothe your aching clit. You need to be touched there – crave it. One of my hands lifts one of your toned legs and wraps it around my hip as I vibe your shaven, dripping wet pussy. Now your hips thrust forward, dragging your other set of toes back and forth along the hardwood floor.“Baby. Baby,” you plead, gasping in between words, almanbahis giriş feeling the vibrations fanning the flames between your legs.“Do not cum.”I move the vibrator to your hot button and turn up the setting, holding it in place.“Oh, baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!” you cry as your clit aches and burns. Your body begs for its sweet release.I love to watch your eyes roll back and you are unable to stay still from the sensations. Your hips quickly shimmy back and forth from the stimulation. I hold your leg tightly that is wrapped around me while you wildly grind your hips against me. You never can hold still while I pleasure you.“Do not cum,” I repeat.And your body abruptly stops its dance and you scream out your forbidden orgasm, pulling on your restraints with all your strength, stretching up as high as you can on your toes as the orgasmic waves rock your pussy. Your ass clenches and releases as if gyrating in a lustful dance.“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry,” you apologize through your ragged breath. My fingers reach between your legs, coating them with drops of your tasty juices. I suck you off my fingers as my punishing eyes find your sheepish gaze.“Bad girl.”I return with the riding crop and you bite your lower lip, knowing what is coming.“Noooooooo. I said I was sorry,” you whine.I ignore your whining.Your dance starts again as you twist your hips back and forth trying to keep your scared, plumpy ass away from me. My strong arm encircles your tiny waist, holding you in place.

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