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Her cunt walls just closed around his fingers holding him prisoner in their velvety folds

Her cunt walls just closed around his fingers holding him prisoner in their velvety folds

Today she was going to bring them both to orgasm
lumieres-home:

Mutual mastrubation is very erotic
discretelycharming:

succulentcherry:

welooktogether:

I love masturbating with you when I’m home for lunch. When did we ever get out of that habit?bluebeardswife:

nacktistschoen:

fucklikeyoumeanit:

scorpiodreams:

forhereyesonly:

stirredxxx:

princesspolysemy:

(via eagerlicker)

Today she was going to bring them both to orgasm

lumieres-home:

Mutual mastrubation is very erotic

discretelycharming:

succulentcherry:

welooktogether:

I love masturbating with you when I’m home for lunch. When did we ever get out of that habit?
bluebeardswife
:

nacktistschoen:

fucklikeyoumeanit:

scorpiodreams:

forhereyesonly:

stirredxxx:

princesspolysemy:

(via eagerlicker)

mistresssexy:

Watching
I am a Voyeur. There it is. I love to watch… My eyes shamelessly flirt as I observe you in the silence of this cozy room. The golden Ambiance effectively set by the low, warm glow of candle light.
You sprawl comfortably facing me in an oversized and buttery soft leather chair; One leg slung lazily over its arm as you study me ~ a plan already forming in your deliciously naughty mind. Clad only in blue jeans; shirtless and barefoot before me, you epitomize sexiness.
My desire is ratcheted exponentially as your eyes engage mine, palming yourself firmly over the bulge in your trousers. Your face sporting a sexy smirk because you *know* you have ensnared my attention fully. I watch as your splayed hand covers the area beneath your navel and slowly slips down your abdomen; teasingly brushing the area above the top of your jeans. I am insanely jealous of your fingers as they brush through the hair that kisses the top of your waist band. I imagine my hand there and can almost feel the fuzz as it tickles my palm.
Eyes still on my face, you begin the unwrapping.. Nimble and gifted fingers renew memories of past seductions as they adeptly unfasten the top button of your trousers. You have stolen my breath. I force another inhalation as your zipper clicks seductively down; each opportunistic tick mesmerizing me further. My eyes are drawn to the hint of your erection just beyond the thin boundary of boxer briefs, cruelly taunting my imagination. My eyes rise back to yours as this intentional delay provokes my desire further. Your slow grin of enjoyment reinforces that this is *your* show to be carried out at a pace *you* decide upon.
My attention is re-engaged lower as I see the little glimpses of hair on the back of your hand bend to your will as they slip underneath the elastic. I am as ensnared as they are. The hint of your hand brushing back and forth over the sparse yet course hair hidden beneath is hypnotic and I struggle unsuccessfully to maintain an aloof facade. My air of nonchalance is betrayed as I unconsciously wet my lips with the tip of my tongue and force a swallow.
I watch, enthralled, as you finally reach down and unveil the prize. Finally… I moan as you palm and caress yourself, bringing my favorite playground front and center. With slow deliberation, you begin stroking.. The rhythmic pattern of movements stokes the fire between my thighs as I shift unsuccessfully to assuage the ache. I am mesmerized by both the view of your play as well as the look of building rapture on your face as you watch me enjoying your private show. We revel in the excitement of each other as you increase your pace; quiet mumbles and groans escaping your sweet lips with each stroke of your hand. Our short staccato breaths entwine in the air between us ~ an invisible coupling as our minds are fully wrapped up in each other without the physicality of touch. I am slippery and drenched as you reach your peak. I can barely breathe as I watch your hips lift and your back arch as your eyelids lower; a low Rumble of a delicious groan as you break for me; an incendiary shattering of warmth, you virtually glow for my eyes alone.
With smoky desirous eyes, I am fairly vibrating on the edge as I slowly rise and approach you. Ravenously hungry, I take your face in my hands and devour your delicious lips; slowly I begin to bring you back into the fire with me. Come.
© MsTressSexy ✏
 {*Please* do not remove the text from this post to reblog only the image. Thank you. :-) }

mistresssexy:

Watching

I am a Voyeur. There it is. I love to watch… My eyes shamelessly flirt as I observe you in the silence of this cozy room. The golden Ambiance effectively set by the low, warm glow of candle light.

You sprawl comfortably facing me in an oversized and buttery soft leather chair; One leg slung lazily over its arm as you study me ~ a plan already forming in your deliciously naughty mind. Clad only in blue jeans; shirtless and barefoot before me, you epitomize sexiness.

My desire is ratcheted exponentially as your eyes engage mine, palming yourself firmly over the bulge in your trousers. Your face sporting a sexy smirk because you *know* you have ensnared my attention fully. I watch as your splayed hand covers the area beneath your navel and slowly slips down your abdomen; teasingly brushing the area above the top of your jeans. I am insanely jealous of your fingers as they brush through the hair that kisses the top of your waist band. I imagine my hand there and can almost feel the fuzz as it tickles my palm.

Eyes still on my face, you begin the unwrapping.. Nimble and gifted fingers renew memories of past seductions as they adeptly unfasten the top button of your trousers. You have stolen my breath. I force another inhalation as your zipper clicks seductively down; each opportunistic tick mesmerizing me further. My eyes are drawn to the hint of your erection just beyond the thin boundary of boxer briefs, cruelly taunting my imagination. My eyes rise back to yours as this intentional delay provokes my desire further. Your slow grin of enjoyment reinforces that this is *your* show to be carried out at a pace *you* decide upon.

My attention is re-engaged lower as I see the little glimpses of hair on the back of your hand bend to your will as they slip underneath the elastic. I am as ensnared as they are. The hint of your hand brushing back and forth over the sparse yet course hair hidden beneath is hypnotic and I struggle unsuccessfully to maintain an aloof facade. My air of nonchalance is betrayed as I unconsciously wet my lips with the tip of my tongue and force a swallow.

I watch, enthralled, as you finally reach down and unveil the prize. Finally… I moan as you palm and caress yourself, bringing my favorite playground front and center. With slow deliberation, you begin stroking.. The rhythmic pattern of movements stokes the fire between my thighs as I shift unsuccessfully to assuage the ache. I am mesmerized by both the view of your play as well as the look of building rapture on your face as you watch me enjoying your private show. We revel in the excitement of each other as you increase your pace; quiet mumbles and groans escaping your sweet lips with each stroke of your hand. Our short staccato breaths entwine in the air between us ~ an invisible coupling as our minds are fully wrapped up in each other without the physicality of touch. I am slippery and drenched as you reach your peak. I can barely breathe as I watch your hips lift and your back arch as your eyelids lower; a low Rumble of a delicious groan as you break for me; an incendiary shattering of warmth, you virtually glow for my eyes alone.

With smoky desirous eyes, I am fairly vibrating on the edge as I slowly rise and approach you. Ravenously hungry, I take your face in my hands and devour your delicious lips; slowly I begin to bring you back into the fire with me. Come.

© MsTressSexy ✏

{*Please* do not remove the text from this post to reblog only the image. Thank you. :-) }