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“Mmmmhh, that was delicious!”
Klara puts the cutlery on the plates that are completely empty and smiles at me satisfied. She is really a beautiful mouse and as much as I try to get it out of her head, I notice that I am still crushed in her. “If she had known that, she would have rejected the invitation to come to my meal,” I think.
She drives playfully with the Finger Through their natural red curls and grins at me: “What’s the dessert?”
“Hmm … unfortunately I haven’t prepared anything now …” I replace and set my cheeky flap before I can prevent it: “But I would have an idea …”
My cheeky grin and the fact that my view slides down over her body and some noticeable moments as if on her lap is enough to make it clear to me.
At first she looks at me in silence and a unsuccessful smile is playing over her lips while she is probably considering her answer.
Then she says with played innocence: “Yes? What an idea?“She lets her hand follow her curls down to her breasts and then puts her on her chest in a clearly not innocent gesture.
I can just stop my mouth from being opened when her fingertips begin to make tender circles at the point of your blouse under which I hers nipple suspect. How spellbound I stare at this delicate hand that in front of my eyes unabashedly performed such an intimate caress.
“Do you like my breasts? In the School Was I the only girl who was not too small or too big her breasts. The other girls always envied me that my hills are so twisted and round and yet fit perfectly with my figure.“In the last sentence she grabs her beautiful chest firmly with her hand and kneads her briefly before she lets her fingertips dance again.
Your cheeky grin is getting wider and more wider while trying to catch myself and get the initiative back.
“But I have the feeling that you didn’t speak of my breasts. You wanted to suggest my pussy for dessert, not true?”
I can’t believe it, but I still don’t get a word out.
The young lady hopelessly surprised me.
“Well, you cooked, it is only fair if I take care of the dessert.”
There seems to be nothing to her that I do not do anything right now. On the contrary, the more passive I get, the more she seems to work in her role and to enjoy the situation to control the situation.
“You stay well here now and I quickly go wash and prepare your dessert. Don’t touch yourself from the point, you hear?”
While I stay obedient and don’t stir from the spot, Klara disappears into the bathroom. She slips out of her pants, the panties and socks and washes the cunt.
Then she folds her pants and grabs the underwear in her handbag. In its place, she now attracts black, hold -free stockings and a string of a black tip, which is knotted together on the sides with sweet loops and consists of a silky, almost transparent material directly above the Möslein. Since I don’t see this, I will never find out that she had planned from the outset to seduce me and deliberately took these things with them.
After Klara has put on her black stick shoes in the hallway, she goes into the kitchen and puts some sugar in a small bowl. Now she is only missing the last preparation.
She leans against the sink and begins to stroke her panties. With relish she excites herself, strokes her nipple again with her other hand and paints out in my mind how royally she will be spoiled. She takes all the time in the world, knowing that my tension (and with it my compliance) only rise further.
Only when she can no longer resist the desire to push her fingers under her panties, the young woman lets up on herself. She looks down on herself satisfied.
She had always become particularly moist and today she exceeded herself again. She feels how her cunt really floats in the slippery juice and that her stimulating panties are completely sized.
Every man she had had so far had been fond of her slippery-wet Möschen and she did not have to allow that to change.
A few handcuffs from her handbag in one, the sugar bowl in the other hand, she struts back to me. She puts the bowl on the table, turns around and builds up in front of me. She loosely swings the handcuffs back and forth, which can hardly be rid of my gaze from the panties that is now exactly at eye level.
Her smooth -shaved, damp lips are hardly covered by the panties while the sweet, red hairs that she kept above her cunt are hidden behind the black lace.
After making me enjoy the sight a little, she grabs me on the chin and lifts it up so that I can look her in the eye.
“So, my little one. I will now explain the rules of our little game to you and you’d better listen to me!“She is now firmly hatched into her dominant role and her voice leaves no doubt that she is now serious.
“First: What I say is done. If you don’t obey me, I put on and go.”Secondly: you get my pussy for dessert right away. Nothing else.
If you just try to touch me somewhere else, I put on and go.”” Third:. You can only do me with your lips and the Tongue touch. If you just try to bring other parts of the body into play, I put on and go.”” Fourth: Because I don’t trust you, I’ll put these handcuffs here for you. If you defend yourself, I put on and go.”” And fifth: The dessert is over when I say that.
Don’t try to snack on me shorter or longer, otherwise I will come up with something much worse than just go!”
“Did you understand everything?”
I affirm obedience, stand up to her sign and leave my hands on my back tie up.
“If you continue to stay so well, we’ll get along well.“After a kiss on my cheek, she turns and sits on the table. She spreads her Legs Elegant and orders me to sit on the chair in front of her.
When I sit in front of her, she instructs me to only spoil her with her lips and exclusively on the panties. I bend my head until I am very close to her inviting lap and start to distribute gentle kisses everywhere on the panties. For minutes she can be caressed so tenderly and we both enjoy it every moment.
The pleasant scent of her excited cunt seems to be everywhere and the soft, sensitive skin that I only feel through the tip feels so incredibly beautiful.
Finally she also allows me to use my tongue and I greedily lick the transparent piece directly over her lips. The gentle moan that comes from her half -open mouth shows me that you like what I do.
“Enough. Now you can take off my panties.“She instructs me.
I straighten myself up and she turns me on the table first, then the other side, so that I can open the ribbons with my lips that keep the string in its place. When she turns me back to my lap again, he is only on her and I pull it out with her mouth.
Again I can only kiss her and so I will continue to be denied her taste.
My lips gently touch every centimeter of the sensitive skin, research researching through the sweet hairs on their pubic mounds, slide their clit caress down, nibble tenderly on their lips, carefully push themselves in between to feel the pink meat itself and kiss the sensitive skin curiouslyBetween Pussy and Po. Your moan is slowly getting louder and almost excites me more than the wet cunt in front of me.
Next, she allows me to spoil her with the tip of the tongue. “But I just want to feel the touch of a touch!“Order me with a documented voice.
I obey and let the outermost tip of my tongue dance over your skin. I give my best, stroke it as gently and seductively as possible, because I finally want to taste it properly.
After a while I start, just the little gap between her labia up and down lick, Without penetrating them because it would have needed too much pressure and, as expected.
“Aaaahh, wait! You do this wonderful and there is now a reward for that.“She explains as she presses my head away from her punch away.
“Here, just for you, so that my pussy also tastes particularly good when you lick a nice orgasm for me.”She says and winks at me as she spreads a pinch of sugar from the bowl over her naked, slippery cunt.
“Come on, enjoy it, but not too hastily!”
Still careful and almost tormentingly gently I start to taste it and snack on your pussy juice with sugar. Klara groans more and more and luckily it doesn’t take long, so she keeps starting “Lecks me! Lick me as best you can! Get it to me! Come on!“And to repeat many other requests.
I enjoy licking, kissing and nibbling on her, stroking her gently, sometimes firmly and urgently with my tongue, cost the wonderful juice that she keeps looking after and it just doesn’t seem to be less. In the desire to make your upcoming climax even more beautiful and more intense, I hesitate to out, lick it closer to him, only to let it up again just before. At some point she starts screaming:
“Finally do it to me! Aaaahhh ..
I want to come! Mmmhhh … Do it!”
In the meantime I have found her most sensitive point and I will let my tongue go on it. I don’t stop when her screaming and groaning becomes a wordless lustlauts, not even when her whole body begins to twitch wildly. When her pussy is literally flooded by juice, I nibble all the more greedy and only when she gets up with a last, loud groaning and then collapsed exhausted, I let a little more and more and more gentle and tender.
Only on an occasional whimper I realize that it is still conscious while I slowly let my caresses end.
A playful kiss on her cunt is the last touch that I allow myself, then I straighten up and wait patiently until she has recovered a little. Something out of breath still straightens up and looks into my eyes.
“You did that really well. I hope you also had your fun.”
Smiling I nod and watch her stand up and then slips into her pants. Then she starts my handcuffs and says: “You won’t get more from me than what you got today, so you have to put up with it.
But maybe I will recommend one or the other girlfriend to eat with you.“She winks at me and gives me a kiss on my cheek.
“You can keep the panties as a souvenir!“She calls me as she closes the door behind her.
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