She put the outfit on but had trouble with the belts. Hegot down on his knees and started to buckle. He was soclose she could feel his breath on her s...kin. He startedat the back then came to the front. He lifted the skirtand buckled one then he moved to do the last andstopped. All he did was breathe. Hard. His breath was hot and he was doing this on her pussy.For minutes he would just breathe. She could feelherself getting wet just from his breath. She put herhands on his head and moved his head. Both of his hands are on the back of my head and he lifts his weight off of my chest with his knees (mother fucker's going to fuck my face again; maybe I can take that more than the throat fuck) and starts to rock back and force into my mouth (that's not so much dick, I can handle this). Right as I'm getting used to his dick sliding just in and out of my mouth, he pulls my head up with both hands and shoves his dick back down my throat (oh fuck, he's all the way down my throat again). He pulls. “I know I am inadequately experienced to be a proper slut for you. Last night showed me in that small glimpse how little I know about sexual fulfillment and expression. You said you would show me, train me, and I am eager for your training. I am dedicated, sir, ma’am, to growing into a proper slut.” They share a look between themselves before smiles grow on their faces. He says, “You will do as we say, when and how we say?”“With my heart and soul, sir.”When she speaks, it is as if a final. She definitely wasn’t upset about that one either. He was still sleeping and so she took the opportunity to watch him. He was, as she already knew, simply gorgeous: strong chiseled chin, full, soft lips that looked utterly kissable, dark, nearly black, mussed hair, and she knew the eyes were killer without seeing them. She watched him slowly breathe in and out again and envied how soundly he could sleep. She lifted her hand to his face to feel the stubble that was showing. His face was warm,.
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