Do Not Move pt2

[Deleted Member]

The dress on the floor, my eyes looking over your body. The red hand mark now visable on your perfect buttock.

I bite your neck looking for that reaction, Do not move I whisper. I walk around taking in your perfume, our scent of play. I have watched you for weeks now I finally catch you. Deep in submissive thoughts and nervousness I unclip your bra. You fleshy breasts of a mother perfect to me, holding them as I cup them, kissing your nipples which look more like a volcano ready to erupt. You flinch, I smile. Crack a nice hand print on your breast. Do not move I whisper.

I move on to my knees, my breath penentratimg your lace panties, my exhaled air working its way in to you making love  to you. 

[Ki****]

I like reading your writings you’re very good with putting your words together and holding a person’s attention with them