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"You can't go out in that getup." Maker shakes her head, looking over me. I feel miffed, having chosen the sweetest, frilliest white dress with lace trimmings and ribbons. I even made pigtails.
"Whyever not?"
"Because it's a nightgown."
"Aw."
"And you look like Lolita."
"Oh?"
"You don't know who that is, do you?" Maker tugs at my pigtails. Her hand slides up under my dress. Slips into my lacy panties. I sigh. Her warmth seeps into me, the gentle pressure is arousing.
"My ditzy little girl." Her mouth is on mine, she stands on tiptoe to reach it. She yanks my pigtails, making me bend my head backwards. Hot lips on my throat. On my shoulder. A tiny bite, making me dizzy. I take her hand, lift it to my lips.
"Please." My voice is hoarse.

She lifts me up with no visible effort. Tosses me across the room. I land on the bed, on my stomach. One leap, and she is on top of me, straddling my waist. Her hand lifts my chin, bending my head backwards. I arch my back, seeking her mouth. She bites my lower lip and slaps my ass hard. I moan, she growls with pleasure. Slaps my ass again, pushes my head into the pillows. She turns around on top of me, her foot holds my head pushed down. It's getting harder to breathe. I feel her mouth on my inner thigh, gentle bites making me soaking wet. Teasing me with the tip of her tongue. She pulls on my panties, the soft pressure of the lace on my clit is delightful. I spread my thighs, inviting. Trembling. Needing to feel her inside me.

She flips me over, and I see the desire on her face. She puts her knee between my thighs. I press myself against it, lifting my hip. Trying to reach her pussy. I feel her heat, her hips are circling, her clit rubbing against my leg. It gives me goosebumps. She growls, making me even more wet. She pulls the dress over my head, I peer through the lace. See her bend down, feel her tongue all over me. She sits on me, squeezing my waist with her thighs, restricting breath. Her hand on my pussy is gentle first, tickling. My hips lift, as she brings me close. I reach out for her, pull her closer to my mouth. She turns around, facing the end of the bed. At last, my tongue enters her, making her cry out. She comes almost instantly, but keeps rubbing her pussy against my lips, making them wet, the juice trickling down on my face. Her tongue teases me, keeps me on the edge, the need for release makes me delirious. I'm kissing her, making her come again, want to hear her growl. Want to feel her taste. She screams my name, and slaps my pussy, the sudden rush of joy spreads through my whole body. She slaps me again, my hips lift, thrusting wildly, seeking her hand. I gasp for air. She presses her pussy on my mouth, my nose. I disappear in a haze of pleasure as her fingers enter me. My whole body is alive, jolts of electricity travel down my spine. I feel the climax slowly conquering me, bit by bit, moving from my limbs inwards. Centering. Building. Taking over my whole body, making me shake under her. It's coming.
I slip into extasy, cease to exist for a while.

Tillagd 28 maj 2019   Noveller   #Man #Kvinna #Annat kön #Kvinna som top #Annan som top #Kvinna som bottom #Man som bottom #Annan som bottom #Erotik #Bondage #Psykisk dominans #Fysisk dominans #Service #Perceptionsberövande

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