He moves slowly, deliberately, knowing he can make me beg. Amateur porn I pant for air, thankfully propped up against the tile wall. I walk into my house, making a beeline for the refrigerator. He leans between my legs and begins to lick the juice that has gushed from my satisfied cunt. My left hand is squeezing my breast, twirling the hard nipple, as I imagine its someone special playing with me. I feel a presence get nearer as I try to fight my way free. It’s his turn to gasp, as I contract my muscles around his dick. My tight cunt is sending him closer to cumming, my moaning and whimpering pushing him towards the edge of no return. I hear him laugh, and he begins to move downward. After all, I still owe him a back massage. I turn my computer on, and I open up my story site, reading a few of the private messages admirers have sent me. Just.. Beg, I do. “Mmmmm.. He kisses me gently on the lips, instructing me that if I wanted to play again, I’d have to behave and not take off the blindfold until I hear his car pull away. I can’t even care anymore, I’m so damn tired.
