You know how bad I need your young, throbbing cock.
You tell me after everyone has left, you will put me in my place with your young, throbbing cock. I use my best come fuck me eyes to beg you to lay me out on the dining table naked as the centerpiece to your evening with friends. Tie my wrists and ankles to the table legs. Spread me wide open, force me to show it all, to everyone. Pinch my clit, let your fingers graze my hungry lips. Then punish me with a spanking that turns my ass beet red and a public fucking right there in fount of everyone. Show them all who owns me.
I am sitting on the other side of the table with my eyes on you.
Oh yes, I will tease that young, throbbing cock to no end. I will be the reason you find it so hard to talk to anyone else at the table. Concentration has fled from you, of course, as this kinky cheating wife sits across from you with lust in my emerald green eyes. A perverted private cock tease is definitely in your future. You will be drawn into the web, allowing me to seduce that young, throbbing cock. Let me know how you can’t help yourself. You can’t help but be weak. I’m making it hard. Hard for you to breathe, think, or even stand with that young, throbbing cock under the table.
As the meal comes to an end, all the guests say their goodbyes and get out the door.
I make sure you know I’m ready for dessert, so I slip out of my dress. I straddle you in the chair. My damp G-string and barely covered breasts greet you in all their glory. I grind against your young, throbbing cock inside your jeans. Therefore, a wet patch forms, framing the growing bulge underneath the thick material. Thick denim manipulates my ready cunt and encourages a damp patch in my G-string, while my nails dig into your neck. There’s that look. A hand snakes up in a flash, fingers to my face, cupping my chin, holding me firmly, silencing my smile. Your other hand, grab my hands and pull them behind my back to keep my wrists together in your loving grip. I was locked in your vice. There’s no escape now, just the passion of your young, throbbing cock.
Your choice. Bitten lips are first on the menu.
It’s not a kiss, but devouring with your love. So, your appetite was wet, I think, as you crash me down to the floor, lovingly cushioning my fall with a fist in my hair. Knowing you’ll be naked, and that young, throbbing cock inside me soon. Pinned to the floor by my hair, your fingers trace collar bone, cleavage, floral lace bra cups, and soft tummy flesh. You slide a finger underneath the G-string’s thin elastic, grazing your nails over my hip, moving slowly, deliberately, much to my heart’s disturbance.
Your fingers accidentally discover the wetness which awaits.
Is anything ever really an accident? I finally discover the limit to the G-string’s absorbency. Your fingers depart, consequently, I cry on the inside. You tell me you’re going to teach a lesson. As a result, your fingers pinch and pull, tease, and probe. So, it came to be that I sat between your legs under the table. Breasts still in underwired bondage, G-string continuing my wet, unsated appetite. Punishment for a tease: wrists bound in the small of my back, kneeling on the floor, ankles crossed beneath me. A bullet vibrator inconsiderately placed, whispering cruel nothings from its secret location. You look down and tell me I look pretty with my mouth full of your young, throbbing cock.
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