He didn't disappoint me. He took my top and and then began to suck and nibble one my small breasts. I am sure he could feel me wrap my arms around his... head and try to pull him closer.He pulled back and I said. "What?" My voice had to be angry."You know what I want girl," he said.I did indeed know. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his thick cotton trousers. When I worked his erect, but average sized cock out of his pants, I sucked it into my mouth without any playing. I had missed cock in my. Back, forward, back, forward… I could feel our combined juices making it slippery and smooth. I was starting to get lost in the motion of us moving together, when all of a sudden my competitive side took over my entire body and the need to cum was the last thing on my mind. There was no way in hell he was winning this challenge. His eyes were shut and I was staring at the way his face wrinkled when he would slide me up and go over his sensitive head. I could tell that he was trying to hold back. Satisfied I scan my bedroom one last time then lift the blindfold up and after slipping my hair free of its ponytail slip the blindfold over my head and eyes plunging me into darkness a few soft murmurs of delight issuing from my lips past the gag.I wriggle my butt a few times then lean my body back my hands reaching back as I feel for the handcuffs upon the pillow as my left hand finds its mark I carefully lift then making sure the ratchet still open then flick it over my left wrist behind my. She was wearing black trousers and a loose t-shirt with a wide neck. It was a stuffy summer day in this noisy, unattractive part of the city and I was sweating as I crossed the road. She seemed to know it was me.“Veec?” she said. I’m Vic.“Monique,” I replied.“I wait for you,” she said.I’m English and although there is this belief that the French insist you speak their language, I found that as soon as they heard my attempts (I thought I had quite a passable accent, actually), people would.