#pee #pissing #leggings #bound #wet #nass #Fetisch

Mein absoluter Fetisch? Ich liebe es, wenn es zwischen meinen beinen warm und nass ist, ob Sperma oder ob Natursektspiele.

Gefesselt und lange Zeit meine Blase unter Kontrolle zu halten bis es nicht mehr geht erregt mich unheimlich, die Kontrolle über mich selber zu verlieren ist einfach WOW

Enjoy a short story: In the dark

I am positioned and tied so that my thighs are spread and pushes back with my arms stretched overhead. My black pussy is totally bald, deep pink at the very center and dripping wet, forming a coat of moisture that glistens on the dark lips of my vagina. I am gagged, blindfolded, and my ears are stuffed with foam plugs.
Unaware of my surroundings, I become unconscious of my form, time become as vulnerable as my body. Time and my body are molded by the presence of hands, once in an undetermined while, on my thighs, rubbing my clit, and bringing me to wetness, thus marking a moment. Sometimes a tongue laps at my hole, teases my clit until I am close to release then stops, an end to time.
A few moments after the end, a vibrator is presses against my pussy, tickling my clit, rattling my jaw, until my hips buck as my nerves begin to wined tight, coaxed into existence, but still no satisfaction. All I can hear is his heavy breathing, loud and close, because of the plugs.
I doesn’t know if the hands or the mouth stay with me or come and go, but I wait eternally for confirmation. In numb silence, fluid without difference, the only distinction is the sense of touch, and the only instincts leaves are of sex.
Then I feels it. Slender and gliding easily into my slippery hole but then a burning sensation. The fire spreads within the private core of my body and though I scream out, wiggle, buck my hips, there is no relief. The gag in my mouth chokes my screams. I begin to cry and feel a tongue lick them off my warm cheeks. Fear and anxiety makes the tears fall faster but the tongue keeps licking slowly. I can feel the hot breath.
Icy fingertips ever so gently squeeze my breasts and then tug a few vicious times on my nipple. Cool, dry, persistent lips wrap around my other nipple, sucking blood to the tips and drawing the very thump of my pulse into my ears.
The burning itch becomes unbearable and the small cause is still planted within me. No matter what I do, nothing will help it! I try tightening my muscles and relaxing them. When I try to squeeze my thighs together, the restrains prevent it and the cold hands reinforce the separation. Now they graze over my steaming center, barely caressing my mound of flesh. A cold slap across my face stuns my into silence but I simply cannot stay still for long. I want to stay still because every time I move… another slap.
Just when I can’t take it anymore, a very thick dick stuffs into me. My mind goes blank and the feel of a firm cock is a visit rather than an invasion, even if it is a little painful. I don't know if it will help, and don’t know if this is what I want. Until now, it is been all hands and tongue. This is the first time the hands and mouth present its other side. Dark satisfaction wash over my and muted moans rumble in my throat.
The heavy member pushes slow but hard, in and out. The friction somehow extinguishes the sting that I am already feeling but intensifies the effect on my body. It is like a long scratch for a persistent itch. my tender pussy tightens around him, wanting both his cure for the burn and the dowsing of my lust. I lift my chin to smell the breath again. The mouth is right over my nose, blowing hot. Tentatively, I lift my nose in that direction, and rub against a prickly chin.
As he rams my pussy, I inhales deeply, registering his scent, like a face or a name.
He fucks my hard and deep and I revel in the feel my dark body stretching to accommodate him, making room. Encouragement… Demands… Pleas… I cannot articulate any of those except by my groans and the welcoming response of my body.
Soon large hands cup my hips and a flood of hot liquid fills me, and soon after the thick cock pulls out. A tongue presses against my body and licks, probably catching the excess leaking from my body.
He unties my arms and legs, and carefully rubs them, restoring my awareness of aching limbs, but he leaves the blindfold and gag. Heat rushes to my ears when he plucks out the plugs. I feels kisses on my cheeks and forehead, and then follow as I am guided across space to a soft spot, probably a bed. In his arms, I fall asleep.

#story #bound #blindfold