Erotica spin on an old encounter with a Hotwife | 2016

We meet for the second time, only in a more personal setting. The hotel room was made for naughty deeds, dimly lit with a bed that's just firm enough.

We walk toward the bed and you offically give me reign of the night, giving me the freedom to manipulate you as I see fit.

I sit at the foot of the bed as you kneel between my knees. Your hands rub my thighs as you lick your lips. My cock grows with anticipation, knowing what pleasure is to come.

As you take my cock into your mouth, my hands grab your hair and pull your head back with just enough force for you to catch on that I want your focus on my tip.

Moments pass, and I pull you up and lay you across the bed. You remove all your clothes, but the round toe high heels I've requested you wear for the night. Your naked body is a beauty, your nipples stand at attention with the slightest touch.

I run my fingernails up and down your leg, not leaving any marks, just hard enough to get your nerves rattled. Light slaps begin the wave of pain that's to follow. Your pussy moistens with delight after every strike. Harder and harder I slap your thighs, leaving tiny finger prints where my hands slam down against your skin.

And with just enough pain built up, my lips kiss the red area and work their way to your sweet center. Your pussy is on fire, but the wetness cools it off. My fingers nolonger strike, but roam in your pussy and wiggle about. But right when you're setteling down, I pull back and flip you around.

With your ass as my next target, I decide that I should soften the area with kisses and a gentle tongue. My strawberry tip explores your asshole and you moan with pleasure. My fingers stretch the starfish area and get it ready for a much thicker object to takes it place.

Your ass is primed and ready, and my cock takes its place behind you. The tip rests at the entrance and is ready to proceed when you push back and don't give me the option to thrust. And with that joyous pop, my cock enters.

Our rhythm is in sync. You rock back as I thrust forward. I'm unable to keep the pace up and about ready to explode. You rock faster and I do my best to keep up, but soon my cock is at the breaking point. I pull out and jackoff feverishly till I shoot my load across your back.

And with our first round out of the way, it gives us a whole night to think of other ways to pleasure ourselves while throwing in a little pain and direction.