Painting the door
He entered her house, and gave her a big welcoming hug.
She took this then spun him around to face the door. His hands she placed above his head, palms flat to the door, wrists crossed. Then she slipped her hands round his chest, unfastened his shirt buttons and wrenched open the thin fabric. Hands found his breasts and cupped and squeezed forcefully. When thumbs and forefingers gripped nipples, his heavy breathing became audible moans.
She continued til the wriggling of his hips was sweet against her hips, squeezed up against him. From her pocket she produced two little pegs. Each swiftly adorned a fat sensitive nub and his moan for each was sweet to her.
She fumbled at his trousers and undid the zip. Her none too gentle hands reached into his fly and wrenched out his swollen knoblet and his bloated balls.
'Stay there !'
She went back and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion and squirted a generous dollop into her hand. She returned and her slick hand grasped his cock.
She asked if he could see anyone in the street.
He looked through the peephole and when he said yes she gripped his knoblet, working the lotion into his hot flesh. Then she pumped it very hard, very slowly just the right side of brutal.
'Do you think they know that i have your little knoblet in your hand my sweet little bitch ' she rasped in his ear. He expressed the hope that they did not. She wrenched and twisted til he couldn't stop himself from crying out a little, and laughed into his head.
You're going to paint my door slut.
He noticed that her mat was not in its usual place, his feet rested on her bare wood floor. He realised she wasn't bluffing. He groaned.
How many days slut?
He told her and she laughed warmly.
Well it's a good thing that my door and floor are wipe clean eh boy?
She laughed again her grip on his cock still relentless.
Now, be sure to tell me when someone passes so i can time it right, won't you boy?
He groaned, but his hips swayed and the knoblet twitched in her fist. She leaned into him, gripped his balls in her other fist and started a slow edge forceful edge. She repeated the slow stroke, keeping him so close to the edge.
As i said boy, be sure to tell me won't you?
She took this then spun him around to face the door. His hands she placed above his head, palms flat to the door, wrists crossed. Then she slipped her hands round his chest, unfastened his shirt buttons and wrenched open the thin fabric. Hands found his breasts and cupped and squeezed forcefully. When thumbs and forefingers gripped nipples, his heavy breathing became audible moans.
She continued til the wriggling of his hips was sweet against her hips, squeezed up against him. From her pocket she produced two little pegs. Each swiftly adorned a fat sensitive nub and his moan for each was sweet to her.
She fumbled at his trousers and undid the zip. Her none too gentle hands reached into his fly and wrenched out his swollen knoblet and his bloated balls.
'Stay there !'
She went back and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion and squirted a generous dollop into her hand. She returned and her slick hand grasped his cock.
She asked if he could see anyone in the street.
He looked through the peephole and when he said yes she gripped his knoblet, working the lotion into his hot flesh. Then she pumped it very hard, very slowly just the right side of brutal.
'Do you think they know that i have your little knoblet in your hand my sweet little bitch ' she rasped in his ear. He expressed the hope that they did not. She wrenched and twisted til he couldn't stop himself from crying out a little, and laughed into his head.
You're going to paint my door slut.
He noticed that her mat was not in its usual place, his feet rested on her bare wood floor. He realised she wasn't bluffing. He groaned.
How many days slut?
He told her and she laughed warmly.
Well it's a good thing that my door and floor are wipe clean eh boy?
She laughed again her grip on his cock still relentless.
Now, be sure to tell me when someone passes so i can time it right, won't you boy?
He groaned, but his hips swayed and the knoblet twitched in her fist. She leaned into him, gripped his balls in her other fist and started a slow edge forceful edge. She repeated the slow stroke, keeping him so close to the edge.
As i said boy, be sure to tell me won't you?
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