How sweet would it be if I surprised you, as you got ready for work? I would come into the bedroom behind you as you finished getting ready for the day. Locking the door, all arrangements for the day were already made, even the fridge tucked away in the corner stocked with water and snacks. I'd jump in front of you, grabbing your wrists, restraining them with a cord before I pushed you onto the bed, securing your hands to the headboard above. Slowly pulling your skirt up, I would grab a wand, securing it inside your panties, turn it on low, pressing it against your lips, until they were spread fully apart. As it began to pulsate against your already swollen lips, I would watch as you quickly became tormented by the pleasure coursing over your body.
Sitting close by your head, listening to you moan, just sitting, observing the tease as it grew in intensity. Occasionally I would reach down, hiking your skirt a little more, showing your world to me, your creamy thighs bouncing in blissful agony. As a reward for being such a good girl, I would reward you, as I turned your wand up. I would continue watching your edging build, so close to the edge of needing release, but wanting to prove your defiance so badly, doing your best to hold back. I would begin to slowly unbutton your shirt one button at a time, exposing your bra, your breasts heaving under your stifled breathing, like a runner trying to catch your breath after a marathon. I would pull your bra down, your nipples already erect and sensitive ready for my mouth.
My lips wrapped around your perky areolas, sucking them, one at a time, meticulously making them hard, as I bit down on them, listening as you moaned, your nipples throbbing as I bit down hard, twisting them between my teeth, pulling back as I stared up at you. The view, a pprtrait of sex and beauty as you sunk your teeth into your lower lip.
As suddenly as I had started, I would stop, stepping away, keeping you in suspense as I grabbed some clamps from the nightstand, putting them on your hard nipples, your areolas throbbing in both pain, as much as pleasure washing over you. Meticulously I would take my time undoing my pants, making you watch as I pulled my cock out, my head already dripping with pre-cum. Bringing my hand down to my throbbing head, I would collect some of my pre-cum onto my fingertips before I began rubbing it around the outskirts of your sexy full lips, relishing the view as I watched you lick it off. I would continue to pleasure myself in front of you.
My wetness teased you, as you watched it rhythmically dripping from my swollen head. With my free hand, I would pull your wand away from your swollen lips, just for a moment, so that I could combine our physical excitement, rubbing my liquid love over your lips, heightening your excitement to the pinnacle of pleasure. I would spread your lips apart wide, between index and thumb, then bringing my other hand down, my fingers slick with my excitement would start rubbing your clit, gliding over it as I mixed the culmination of our arousal around your fat pink lips. The bouncing of your hips was as hypnotizing as a metronome. I would take your wand and begin sliding it up and down your slit, watching the intensity of pleasure come over you.
The wand slid up, lifting the hood of your clit, causing you to purr for me like a good little kitten. The sands of time would pass, as I gazed at you, gyrating, your moaning intensifying, growing increasingly louder and louder, as I continued to watch on. My hand continued to slide up the length of my shaft, working it like a churn, making butter, stroking it harder, as I listened to the symphony of your pleasure-filled moans. Listening to your voice crescendo, the look as your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, your back arching, highlighting your delicious breasts. On the brink of no longer being able to contain yourself, I would demand your climax!
Commanding you to show me how badly you needed it. I'd look into your eyes, as your teeth sank into your lower lip, like a predator into prey. The intensity of the pleasure culminated between your shaking legs, encompassing every nerve ending in your body. Staring into your eyes, I would tell you how you were my good girl. I would tell you how badly I needed to see my good girl cum for me. Rising from my chair, you would see my cock visibly throbbing, my head shiny, wet drops of pre-cum dripping off. Watching, as you continued to climax, your hips bucking hard, like a bull at the rodeo, the overwhelming pleasure writhing over you, causing you to fight against your restraints.