Captured

Expectation

They say if you show a woman good foreplay, she will bend like a pretzel. All she needs is a nibble on her ear, a kiss on the neck, or a breath of air on her to make her spin. It is about taking it slow with her at first making her feel wanted then you enter her soul and drive her crazy. And so, he took its low with her, with a hand to her thigh to drive her sexually wild and bring about emotional moans. She got up and began to strip in front of him, slowly she removes her shirt and reveals her supple and mouthwatering breasts sure to please any man they come across. They await his throbbing tongue. She leaned over to press her lusty breast on his face, which tortured and tantalize his tongue. She brought her body to cure his pain.

There is the urge to kiss and suck on her chest as she pressed softly. Placing his fingers on her lips and using his tongue to play with her nipples soaking them slightly. So soft was her skin on his.

Placing his hands on her hip and ass as he kissed her neck, leaving red grazes on her neck. She wanted him to leave his print as if he loved her. His tongue made her moan and bite her lips. The motion of her head going back and the hairs on her back standing as his tongue skims over her body; she was in the mood, more and more pleasure as he cover every inch of her body as she tried to moan his name; it was more like mumbling. Her pistons exploding; did she expect too little from this one encounter? She was already getting more than she could handle. He perceived her breast with his palm, holding them, squeezing, biting, and kneading them like dough. He was a baker in the making.

The newly found sensations flowing into her body and temptation urge her to stroke his dick and kiss his ear. She gently pulls his pants down as she uses her teeth to pull on his lower lips. She was seeking the danger in his pants.