I let him come in, saying my husband was not at home I we had about four hours to spend without any interruption. I walked towards the bedroom and he ...ollowed me; his eyes ravenously eating up my curves which the negligee did nothing to disguise at all. He moved close to me and pushed me back until I fell backwards onto the bed. He pushed up the hem of the negligee, revealing my nice trimmed cunt and pushed his face into it. His rough tongue sent a wave of sexual energy through me and I. "...Well okay I guess." Rick beamed at me and I put the chastity devicedown on the floor and took his dick in my mouth. It was incredible, theblowjob I gave him using every trick that I had read about on theinternet on how to give a great blow job. I was definitely good employingtechniques that I had never dreamed of or considered for this specialoccasion.I wanted him to love receiving my juicy lips working his dick to thepoint where he was going to have to beg me to stop. Pretty soon after. It was indescribable. I screamed and the leather fell from my mouth, but the scream was pure, unalloyed ecstasy; cathartic, mind-bending, joyous.She wasn’t done. “On your hands and knees, please, Sonia.” Always the ‘please.’ She was always polite, respectful, kindly almost. One hand on my back, the other at the clamp of my right nipple, she stroked my back for a few minutes before suddenly opening the clamp and the flood of blood into my nipple made me cry out. Slowly, deliberately, she walked. In my mind I returned 26 years, to erotic thoughts of the 28 year old, auburn haired young man who swept me off my feet. He just drove into my life that summer day I was at work. He operated a mobile car cleanup business out of a small trailer, towed by the camper-converted delivery van he apparently lived in. Every few weeks he’d come back to the car dealership where I worked. He’d detail a few cars then wander off to the other car lots in the area. When winter came, he struck a deal to.
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