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M’s First Tie: Part Two Saturday continued… M rolls onto her right side and slides her left leg between my legs. Her left arm and torso covers half my chest. She gently rubs her leg against my cock and balls. I can feel the heat and wetness of her pussy on my thigh. She stares at the cum that is still pooled on my chest, and the shiny tracks on my skin, as it flows down my side. She scoops up my cum with one finger and looks at me. With a wicked smile on her lips, she slowly inserts her finger in her mouth and sucks my cum off her finger. I grab her ponytail and pull her head back. A small gasp escapes her lips. I hold her face close to mine and look into her big brown eyes for a long moment. There is a beauty in her eyes that I can’t put into words. There is excitement in them, a lust for life shimmers in them. As I’m looking into her eyes, I could swear my heart stops for a brief moment. I feel her hot breath on my face. Her breathing quickens. I close my eyes and I concentrate only on how her breath feels on my lips. I feel the warmth from deep inside her with each exhale, and then, a longing for that warmth upon my lips as she inhales. I pull her lips to mine and kiss her hard. I let go of her ponytail and my right hand slides quickly down her back. I slide my hand to her firm ass cheek, and squeeze it. Her ass is small, firm and tight, with softness that allows my fingers to sink deep into her flesh. I slide my hand a bit further, gripping M’s inner thigh, my fingers grazing her pussy, and pull her left leg over both my legs. She shifts to her left and straddles me. We both moan, as cock meets pussy. She rests her elbows on my chest and holds my face between her hands. I reach for her legs, grip my hands behind her knees and slide her legs up and under her body. M keeps her mouth locked on mine, biting my lips and running her tongue over them. She begins to rock her hips back and forth, ever so slowly. Her wet slit parts, and my cock slips between them. She slides up and down the entire length of my cock. “Fill me, cum inside me,” M pleads, in a small and shaking voice. I grab her hips and lift her pussy off my cock, just enough to free it from between our bodies. M reaches down between her legs and grips my cock in her fist. She rubs the entire length of her wet slit over the swollen head of my cock. I moan loudly from deep in my throat. M holds my cock steady and lowers herself onto me. She gasps once, and holds her breath as she takes my full erect length. When she has me completely inside of her, she places her palms on my chest. Kuşadası escort In a low and throaty voice, she moans, “Fuuuuuuck.” Her voice trails off and is silent. Steadying herself on her arms, she begins to fuck me. Her hips grind hard and very slow against me. She keeps my cock’s full length inside her, as she rocks back and forth on it. She is slick and hot inside. I can feel my cock press hard against her closed cervix. The pressure from her cervix on the head of my cock makes it twitch with every move she makes. “Ohhhhhhfuuuuuccckkkk,” she moans, louder than before. My hands maul her breasts, squeezing them, lifting them, crushing them against her. Her skin turns white where my fingers dig into them. M shivers and exhales hard. She presses her breasts harder into my hands. Her hands come off my chest and grab my wrists. She leans into my hands as they maul her soft flesh. “Fuuuuuck yeeeessss,” M moans, as she picks up the pace of her fucking. I release her breasts, grab both her wrists, and place her hands on my chest again. I hold both her wrists in my left hand and keep them pinned to my chest. M spreads her fingers and digs her nails into my chest. I place my right hand on her belly, keeping my four fingers just below her bellybutton. I slide my thumb over her clit. “Ohhhhhhhhhhfuuuuuuck, Gil!” M cries out. I press hard on her clit, as I rub it side to side. I can feel her swollen clit pop out from under my thumb with each stroke. I rub her clit to the rhythm of her hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” M pants. I feel her pussy squeeze my cock as her body tenses and prepares to orgasm. I feel my cum travel to the base of my twitching cock. My body tenses, I push the back of my head hard into the mattress, my back arches and my shoulders fly off the mattress. I tense every muscle in my body, wanting to hold off cumming and filling M, for as long as I can. I reach the limit, my cock explodes inside her. Thick streams of my cum fill M. I can feel my hot liquid splash hard against her cervix. It splashes around inside her, covering and flowing down the walls of her pussy, as it squeezes and spasms around my cock. My words gurgle in the back of my throat. “Ohhhhhhhh M,” I mumble. “OHHHHHHHHFUUUUUCK!” M shrieks. Her cry abruptly stops, as if she can no longer breathe. Her face is frozen in a silent scream. Her body shakes, her legs squeeze hard against my hips as they quiver uncontrollably. Her eyes are almost completely white, only a small crescent of brown is visible under her eyelids. She squirts on my bodrum escort bayan cock as she cums. The warm gush of her liquid runs over my hips, and flows over my balls. I feel her pussy release its tight grip on my cock, as her orgasm subsides. She starts breathing again and finishes the shriek that was trapped in her throat, “Fuuuuuckmmmmmm!” She is breathing hard through her mouth. Each breath is deep and urgent. It takes a few minutes for us to recover our senses. My cock is still hard and buried in her. Once we both become coherent again, I playfully slap her left ass cheek. And say to her, “You got some nerve calling me a potty mouth.” M giggles and pretends to be embarrassed, then answers, “You’re obviously a very bad influence on me.” Her eyes mischievously widen and she adds, “Fuck do you feel good inside me.” As she finishes her sentence, she places her hands on her ass cheeks, playfully pretending to protect her ass from another slap. As her arms move away from her chest, her breasts jut out to me. I can see bruises are forming on them. Just under her erect nipples, where my thumbs dug into them. I trace the faint purple marks with my fingertip. The top of both her breasts are a mix of pink and red. The pattern on her skin is like an abstract painting. “Mmmmmmm, I left marks on you M,” I tell her. M smiles, looks down at her breasts and says, “Good, I’ll have something to look at that reminds me of you.” Then adds, “I left scratch marks on your chest. One of the scratches is very deep. I’m sorry.” “A fair trade, I would say,” I answer, and smile at her “I think I should kiss them better,” she says, through pouty lips. She leans and kisses the four inch scratch on my left pectoral. Her lips leave small, gentle kisses along the entire length of scratch. She lifts her head, studies the scratch and says, “There, all better.” M leans forward and drapes herself over me. As my cock slides out of her, she moans softly and closes her eyes. She shifts her body and lays her head on my chest, with her arms tucked tightly into her chest. She shifts back and forth a bit, till she finds the perfect position and sighs in satisfaction. I place my left hand on her shoulder and with my right hand, I gently caress her cheek. I ask M, “What can I get for you M, are you hungry or thirsty?” “Pfffffffft. Gil, you have to be the worst host ever. You invite me over, tie me up, have your way with me, leave marks on me from head to toe, and ask if I want anything, after the fact,” she replies while she chuckles. Kuşadası escort bayan “And, if all that isn’t bad enough, you gave me Tourette ’s syndrome!” M breaks out in laughing fit, and can’t stop herself from laughing for minutes. I laugh out loud and can’t stop laughing also. We laugh at each other for minutes, and it feels good. When she finally stops laughing, she caresses my chest with her hand, turns her face into my chest and kisses the scratches she left on me. “I am seriously famished, what do you want for dinner?” she asks me. “Lady’s choice, you pick,” I reply. “Something fast, I am starving,” she replies. “Let’s go downstairs to the kitchen. I’ll fix up something fast,” I say to her. M rolls off me and swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands up. Her legs wobble under her and she laughs. “I feel like I have no bones,” she chuckles. She looks down at the sheets on my bed and notices how big the wet spot from her squirting is. It’s the size of a pillow. “Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed!” she blurts out, as she covers her face with her hands. I laugh and assure her, “There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I find it damn fucking sexy.” M looks at me through her fingers that cover her face, and giggles, “Mr. potty mouth.” I laugh and spread my arms wide, motioning her to come to me. Keeping her face covered by her hands, she places a knee on my bed and walks across the bed to me, on her knees. I hug her, lift her off the bed and put her down. I walk to my dresser and take out a pair of shorts and one of my plain white t shirts and put them on. I take another t shirt, one of my favorites, it has Pink Floyd’s iconic prism on the front. White light passing through a prism, creating the colors of a rainbow. M reminds me of a rainbow. I want her to wear it for me. ‘Here, wear this t shirt for me M,” I say to her, as I hand the t shirt to her. She takes it, brings it to her face and inhales deep. Then holds it out in front of her and looks at it. “Nice, I love Plink Floyd, and it smells like you,” she says, as she slowly pulls it over her head. The t shirt is huge on her. The sleeves come down almost to her elbows, and the collar exposes almost all of her shoulders. It comes down to just above her knees. She swims in it. The t shirt makes her look more slender and delicate. Her slender legs dangle out from underneath the t shirt, she looks very sexy. “Perfect fit, wouldn’t you agree Gil?” she asks, as she mock models it for me. I chuckle and reply, “Agreed, a perfect fit M.” “Where is the little girl’s room?” she asks, with a smile. “Last door to your right,” I reply. “I’ll wash up and prepare some dinner for us.” As I wait for M to come down to the kitchen, I throw two bagels in my toaster oven, and set the table. I cut two buns in half and make two sandwiches with Italian cold cuts, lettuce and Provolone cheese.
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