עבודה ביד ו - עוגית

“Have me!” she panted, holding the blade over her belly between the palms of her hands so that the handle could be seized. She threw her head back, “Pavel. Take me – do me”! Again, she teased her nipples with the cruel blade and her back arched. He was sure his face was invisible in the darkness and quite positive that she could not know she had been followed. As she writhed and moaned in the soft lamplight he told himself that she called his name because he was the last one to abuse her. Such a pain-slut must have been used by many men and women; she was using her latest pick-up as the protagonist of her fantasy, that was all. A pine log cracked and burst into flames, casting a warm yellow glow from the open door of the pot-bellied stove and she began to speak again. “Plunge it into me,” she beseeched, “stab me! Stab me over and over again until my lifeblood soaks you”. On hearing those words – the exact words Eva had used - his eyes glazed over. Pavel had relived that night in his dreams almost every time he fetish laid down to sleep, and now while he skulked by this cabin window. In his waking life, he was a crusader against the cannibal ring who had seduced his Eva away from him, a dedicated handjob servant of law and moral decency who engaged with the decadent only to trap and expose them. At night, when sleep finally overcame him, he was the man who had risen to the challenge and taken the knife, the man she needed him to be. She would have to grovel and beg while he regarded her with a calm, ironic detachment, not play-acting this time but playing with her like a cat. Something buried deep inside of him rejoiced at the thought of a victim weeping from her desperate need for release at his hand. He knew precisely how events should unfold from the moment she opened her eyes to see him standing over her. “Do it” she breathed. With both hands, she held the knife up to him like an offering and, with a grim smile, he bent down to take the hilt. He turned it over in his hands, inspecting the stainless-steel blade and the bone haft while her fingers crept over her flat stomach to her cunt. “You have not asked permission” he said quietly, testing the point with the ball of his thumb. “Please?” she simpered, writhing luxuriantly on the fleece at his feet and coyly regarding him from busty beneath fluttering lashes. “You may excite your nipples” he MILF replied, without taking his eyes from the knife. She brushed her index fingers softly over the swollen tips, pausing briefly to wet them with her tongue, then pinched – gently at first but soon making herself moan. Craning her neck forward, she scooped up one prefect breast in her hand and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Her eyes closed blissfully. At this, he stepped over her to set a foot right beside her face. She beamed up at him for a heartbeat and turned onto her belly to press fervent kisses to the toe of his boot. Cradling his foot in her creampie hands she lapped hungrily at the muddy leather while he looked down at her, idly switching the dagger from one hand to the other. Then he pulled his leg away from her and she turned an eager face back to him. “Is it time?” she asked sweetly, rolling onto her back again and spreading her arms and legs open. Her cunt glistened moistly. “All in due course” he smiled, relishing her impatience. "It's over…" she realized deep within the remnants of her consciousness. From the way busty they were fucking it was going to be interesting to see if he could tell. The vibrators gave each of us girls another orgasm before I suggested that the 3 of us leave. I have to say, there are worse things in the world than having one’s cock serve as a beautiful young girl’s study break. I pondered for a minute then put my hand out for him to shake. Her nipples were standing up hard as rocks Terry spoke, “guys come over hear she needs these puppies sucked”. Her body moved beneath mine as she whimpered. In fact, he thought smugly, he felt like going to the gym. When Anton finally returned home she quickly told him about her discovery, looking sceptical he followed her into the almost empty lab to see it. Like mom MILF like daughter.” I heard him say from far away. It was about eleven o'clock and my parents were already in bed asleep and Jim was out doing God-knows-what, or who. Plus, the ride was…. Fuck me hard!” You finger fuck me... then you rub my clit, pushing handjob me to the very edge. It wasn’t long before Chloe was complaining about the wind. And he's just as ready as I am to deal with whatever happens tonight. "It had better General, it had better." The taste of Saema’s feet was a huge enough turn-on that Vicky bent her right foot even further so that she was staring right at the chocolate-painted toenail of her big toe. I think I needed an orgasm to satiate it. “You trying to kill us both, asshole?” I heard a giggle from Amy and got a smart-assed comment, “Oh yeah Daddy, that’s what you need here another horny girl. " Over there and sit." She creampie looked gorgeous in a tight single piece silk fetish shift. W-what the hell is happening!?