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Del 2: Tuesday
| It's late, just past midnight. He finally got home just moments ago. He is on the couch. He seems pretty worn out, I hope everything is okay. Perhaps I can cheer him up? I contemplate what to do while looking at him. Maybe I shouldn't disturb him while he watches his show. I go sit on his lap facing towards him with my legs apart. He looks at me and plants a kiss on my lips. I giggle and blush. "Cute." He refocuses on his show. But I want him. So I kiss his neck while slowly grinding against him. I begin to grind faster and harder. Feeling my naughty pearl rub against his growing bulge. I'm masturbating myself on him. He's not stopping me. I nibble his skin, giving him love bites. Kissing him more. He is still focused on his show. He feels so good. His arms wrap around me holding me close to his body. Intensifying my naughty pearl’s desire. I gently suck his neck, moaning as I do. I grind faster. My moans turn to cries and I let go of his neck. I giggle as his beard tickles me. I start to bounce against him. As if he was inside while every now and then I grind feeling my naughty pearl rub against his bulge. Arching my back as I get closer, my hand fists in his hair. I continue and my cries become whimpers. He grabs my hips and holds me firmly against his bulge. I cry out. Wanting to climax right then and there. He tells me. "Don't cum, hold it." I hold in a breathe, feeling my whole body tense. Desiring to cum. Shaking for release I bury my face in his shoulder, whimpering. His firm hands holding me against his bulge, pressing against my sweet spot. Trembling in his grasp. Every time I attempt to exhale and calm down. He pushes me down and as he thrusts up. Making me cry out. He's eyes still on the Tv. I wrap my arms around his neck, biting down on my own arm. I try and breathe again. So he does it again. Forcing me to be on the edge but hold my need to cum. What happens if I fail to hold it? "I can't hold it anymore!" I squirm, shaking. He lets me go and sit there on top of him for a while. Trying to calm down. He's show nearing its end. I lay my head against him. Calmed down but still twitching. I can feel my juices along my thigh, certain I must have stained his pants. |
Fortsättning:
Del 1 (18 sep 2020)Del 2: Tuesday (18 sep 2020)
Del 3: Wednesday (18 sep 2020)
Del 4: Thursday (18 sep 2020)
Del 5: Friday (18 sep 2020)
Del 6: Saturday (18 sep 2020)
Del 7: Sunday (18 sep 2020)
Tillagd 18 sep 2020 Noveller
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