This is not a story about sex but rather a story about foreplay. Of course it leads to sex but I want to hyper focus on what really matters for most women: foreplay.
I nestle in front of him with my ass against his cock. I move my head somewhat near his mouth and push gently against his cock. He very well knows my weaknesses and uses them to his advantage. I pull his hand to my breast as he toys and tugs at my nipple. I push my right wrist into his right hand. I love when he grips my wrist with force as it feels like I am restrained from moving. As he tortures my nipples with pain and I start to feel normal again. The pain seems to let me release all of my stresses and once again there is a balance in my life.
Slowly I grind my ass against his hardening cock and his mouth presses against my ear and I am frozen. He opens his mouth as if he were going to say something but he just breathes in and out and my body shakes to the sensation. I am rendered completely helpless to him as he bites and licks my ear. Moans push from my lips and my skin is littered with goose bumps. My eyes flutter and roll to the back of my head and I can’t think of anything but his mouth violating the most sensitive spot on my body. My left hand grips tightly around his cock like another shackle restricting my movement.
His left hand snakes down between my legs and I shiver with electric lust. Fingers push inside me as I gasp. My brain is paralyzed and no thoughts are formed, no distractions and no lingering thoughts. I am at his whim and he knows it. He knows how to press my g-spot causing me to flood his fingers. He knows how to rub my clit making me convulse into orgasms.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear.
My body jerks back against him.
“I’m going to come in you.”
I groan turning on to my stomach pushing my ass in the air.
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