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Another morning where I needed to slip quietly into your room. I would have liked to gently tie your hands with a scarf and secured them above your head while you began to stir. Moving my mouth to your breasts I would have teased your nipples with my teeth as my fingers explored your growing wetness. My fingers flicking at your clitoris, then moving inside you. Your hips responding to my touch, arcing upwards, arms tugging at the restraint.

Slowly bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm, my mouth on your tummy, you begging to feel my tongue on you. Tasting you as two fingers slip in and out, close and closer. Feeling you tense and then I would stop. You would be so close. But you can't touch yourself. The desire so strong inside you wanting to cum. You would ask, entreat, beg me to finish you. A finger grazing you again. The sound of my cloths coming off. Please you say, squirming on the bed, crushing your legs together trying to cum yourself but unable.

My fingers in your hair as I guide your mouth to my hardness. My fingers stroking across your public area almost touching you. I tell you to make me wet with your mouth is you want me in you. Your mouth opens and I slide inside. As a reward I slip a finger into you and slowly move it in and out. Faster and faster I go. Almost there you use your teeth on my head, pul back and beg me to be inside you.

I move between your legs and the head if my cock plays against your dripping engirged lips. You feel the slickness play back and forth in the entrance. Your hips thrust toward me wanting so bad to feel me slide into you. To feel your entrance stretch and me full you. With one long stroke I push so far inside you you can feel me on your cervix and you cum. Pulsing around me, legs pulling me in even deeper you convulse over and over, hands tied, abdomen heaving, feeling my sperm stream into you as I shout your name.