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furtively at the drenched shirt, agonizing over whether she would make me wear it. If she intended to mark me as one of her possessions, this was one way to do it.
As the stream faded into a trickle, she knelt down, and plucked my discarded boxers from the floor before using them to wipe away any straggling drops. Pausing thoughtfully, she dropped the boxers to the floor. "Maybe I should just let you clean me up some," she boasted as she climbed onto the bed, and straddled my face. Slowly, she lowered her pristinely pruned pussy over my mouth until I was nearly drowning in her welling excitement. Not content to simply perch over me, she began vigorously grinding her sopping cunt into my face, prickling my nose with her wiry pubes, and coating my mouth and chin with her effluence. I lapped harder, twisting my tongue into her pulsating pussy before snaking it back out over her labia, and flicking it across her clit. Tugging at my hair as she thrusted, her fingers clenched and relaxed in concert with the weight of her body against my lips. Together, we exchanged staggered gasps as she moaned in delight and I struggled to breathe through her nether lips. With each purloined breath, my lungs filled with her intoxicating aroma; her perfume, sweat, and secretions blending into an enthralling medley of desire and anticipation.
Reaching back, Hannah gave my blood-bloated cock a single, brutal tug, testing its turgidity in her grip. Satisfied by what she felt, she slid over the slope of my chest before working my throbbing head into her inner sanctum. I felt the length of my shaft slowly glide inside her supple body as she braced her weight against my shackled arms. She easily enveloped the whole of my manhood, coating my cock with a layer of her nectar, before digging her nails into the muscles of my chest, and grinding against me. Not to be outdone, I began thrusting upward, mustering my own strength against the combination of her and my chains. My efforts quickly drew a sharp rebuke. "I will tell you when and how I want you to move!" she commanded, digging her fingernails painfully into my chest.
Chastened, I lay still, feeling the power hidden in her lithe frame as she worked herself into a steady rhythm against me, plunging my cock inside her body at her whim. Finding a technique that suited her, she ordered me to join in. With an air of authority, she goaded and critiqued my hapless thrusts, polishing my technique with a series of colorful curses and purposeful condescension. Finally, I settled into a gentle bobbing motion that she found to her liking and she declared me tamed, gloating over the idea of breaking me like a mustang. Synchronized, we bobbed and weaved together in alternating undulations of pleasure. After a few moments, she began picking up speed, chiding me to do the same, and setting the rhythm by tapping her finger against my chest as her voice gave way to quiet moans of pleasure. At last, the tapping stopped as her abs began quivering visibly beneath her skin and her nails once again embedded themselves into my flesh. Without warning, she threw her head back, her mouth yawning in a luxurious groan, as waves of pleasure surged from her belly before cascading through her limbs. Her loins clenched around mine and I came inside her, my essence milked from me by the clenching of her muscles and the exuberant howls of her victory.
Gently, daintily, she lowered her body atop mine, resting. Her soft breasts squeezed between us into a cushion as I heard her whisper inaudibly into my shoulder. As suddenly as she had appeared, the fearsome Amazonian warrior was gone. The reign of the powerful and ruthless Lady Hannah had been deposed, usurped by the gentle cuddling of my Hannah. Likewise compelled to whisper in this sacred moment, I asked her what she had said, apologizing that I had not heard.
Turning her head to look me in the eyes, she brought her hand up towards our faces, a faint sparkle danced across her finger
As the stream faded into a trickle, she knelt down, and plucked my discarded boxers from the floor before using them to wipe away any straggling drops. Pausing thoughtfully, she dropped the boxers to the floor. "Maybe I should just let you clean me up some," she boasted as she climbed onto the bed, and straddled my face. Slowly, she lowered her pristinely pruned pussy over my mouth until I was nearly drowning in her welling excitement. Not content to simply perch over me, she began vigorously grinding her sopping cunt into my face, prickling my nose with her wiry pubes, and coating my mouth and chin with her effluence. I lapped harder, twisting my tongue into her pulsating pussy before snaking it back out over her labia, and flicking it across her clit. Tugging at my hair as she thrusted, her fingers clenched and relaxed in concert with the weight of her body against my lips. Together, we exchanged staggered gasps as she moaned in delight and I struggled to breathe through her nether lips. With each purloined breath, my lungs filled with her intoxicating aroma; her perfume, sweat, and secretions blending into an enthralling medley of desire and anticipation.
Reaching back, Hannah gave my blood-bloated cock a single, brutal tug, testing its turgidity in her grip. Satisfied by what she felt, she slid over the slope of my chest before working my throbbing head into her inner sanctum. I felt the length of my shaft slowly glide inside her supple body as she braced her weight against my shackled arms. She easily enveloped the whole of my manhood, coating my cock with a layer of her nectar, before digging her nails into the muscles of my chest, and grinding against me. Not to be outdone, I began thrusting upward, mustering my own strength against the combination of her and my chains. My efforts quickly drew a sharp rebuke. "I will tell you when and how I want you to move!" she commanded, digging her fingernails painfully into my chest.
Chastened, I lay still, feeling the power hidden in her lithe frame as she worked herself into a steady rhythm against me, plunging my cock inside her body at her whim. Finding a technique that suited her, she ordered me to join in. With an air of authority, she goaded and critiqued my hapless thrusts, polishing my technique with a series of colorful curses and purposeful condescension. Finally, I settled into a gentle bobbing motion that she found to her liking and she declared me tamed, gloating over the idea of breaking me like a mustang. Synchronized, we bobbed and weaved together in alternating undulations of pleasure. After a few moments, she began picking up speed, chiding me to do the same, and setting the rhythm by tapping her finger against my chest as her voice gave way to quiet moans of pleasure. At last, the tapping stopped as her abs began quivering visibly beneath her skin and her nails once again embedded themselves into my flesh. Without warning, she threw her head back, her mouth yawning in a luxurious groan, as waves of pleasure surged from her belly before cascading through her limbs. Her loins clenched around mine and I came inside her, my essence milked from me by the clenching of her muscles and the exuberant howls of her victory.
Gently, daintily, she lowered her body atop mine, resting. Her soft breasts squeezed between us into a cushion as I heard her whisper inaudibly into my shoulder. As suddenly as she had appeared, the fearsome Amazonian warrior was gone. The reign of the powerful and ruthless Lady Hannah had been deposed, usurped by the gentle cuddling of my Hannah. Likewise compelled to whisper in this sacred moment, I asked her what she had said, apologizing that I had not heard.
Turning her head to look me in the eyes, she brought her hand up towards our faces, a faint sparkle danced across her finger
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