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Bedtime Story  

Robinsnestisbest 52F
242 posts
7/25/2018 1:33 pm
Bedtime Story


A consensual fantasy...

"Don't call me home, just take me." Those words rung in her head. Ever since He started calling her again, she has been on high alert. Her phone stays beside her. During sleep, she rolls over and scans it to make sure that she hasn't missed His message. The sun has set. Another day of silence clouds her thoughts wondering why He hasn't claimed her flesh. Naked, at home, she fantasies about His essence.

Burning desire gnaws at His soul. He should hate her, yet somehow she slipped under His skin. He reflects on her curves as the heat of the day wains. Denim allows the cooler air to penetrate as His Harley roars underneath Him. Once again He finds Himself taking the wrong exit to head home. He needs to be near her, to see the light in her window. to protect her.

She hears an engine roar. Each time thunder happens outside her window, she makes a special wish that it is Him. So many planned moments stolen by time that her longing causes her body to ache. As she is not on masturbation restriction, she touches herself thinking of Him. His power. His voice. His sexy body. His ability to render her helpless to His control.

Looking up, His cock is tight in his jeans. She does this to Him every time. He is not use to such intimate stirrings trying to take control. Tonight will be another night that He wins the battle and does not succumb to His lust nor her seductive charms. He is in control of Himself.

He hears her. She is singing a melody that He remembers. The melody fills the air and captures His heart. His resolve melts. He grabs His phone and removes his Helmet.

"Hi" she breathes out like a sigh of relief.

"What are you wearing?" He demands of her.

"Nothing. I am home." She responds.

"Get dressed now. Jeans, top and leather jacket. Come downstairs when you are done." As always he doesn't mince words and hangs up the phone not needing a response.

She starts to cry from joy and excitement. She quickly throws clothes on and tussles her hair to make the curls bounce. She almost tripped racing down the stairs. Heart beating fiercely. She flings open the door and sees Him.

He had challenged her previously during masturbation. "What are you going to do?" She wasn't going to wait a second longer, He could reject her if He must. She threw her arms around Him. His whiskers tickled her check while her head was beside His. She didn't know if she'd have the courage to take what she so desperately wanted. Slowly she moved her face to where it was in front of His enjoying every delicious torment of His whiskers sliding across her cheeks.

As if reading her mind, He grabs a handful of her hair and holds her back a few more inches. He looks at her as if disgusted, angry. She lowers her eyes as her heart aches. "You are mine." He says as He pulls her head back and down. Lowered, He brings His lips towards hers. Roughly He presses His lips against hers. The pressure is slightly painful as her lips push against her teeth. "Open!"

His command receives immediate response. She opens her mouth as His tongue begins to dance upon her lips. He is savoring His meal. Slowly His tongue dives into her moist mouth. She has been waiting for this moment her whole life and melts into his arms. Lapping her like a cat drinks milk, He relishes her complete surrender.

He places the helmet on her head and secures it. He takes His duty to protect her seriously. She secures His and her hand trails delicately on His whiskers. After He mounts, she follows suit. She loves having her arms around His body, the feeling of straddling Him with her legs. She feels His hard pistol as she grabs Him tightly. Her fingers reach up and fondle the puffs of white under His helmet.

The cold air pierces her legs, her chest is warm and crotch hot as she gets as physically close to Him in every way possible. Her hand works its way down to His lap. His hard cock is virtually splitting His jeans. She traces the outline as His shaft swells. Precum has already left its sensual kiss.

The bike slows as it pulls into His driveway. He hadn't planned on seeing her, much less bringing her into His world, yet she is the succubus that fills his loins with great passion. He has waited a very long time to get His hands around her elegant neck. He removes her helmet. Her smile could wash away any of His cares. He grabs her by the hair and leads her inside.

Inside He slaps her face hard. She winces and lets out a small sigh. She has been silent since their bodies collided and she knows better than to do anything but obey at this juncture. "Down." he barks at her.

On her knees, with her head lowered, she waits patiently for Him. "Take your clothes off." he says upon his return. She makes a neat pile next to the door. Imperfect, she feels insecure standing in front of Him naked for the first time. He is looking at a piece of art that He will own.

"Put out your arms." He instructs her. When she complies, he zipties them into handcuffs.

He leads her over to His couch with a firm grip on the back of her neck. Her curls tickle His hand, but He is not swayed. "You can leave at anytime and go home, but if you stay you will obey." He informs her.

"Down." His forceful voice demands and on her knees she went. He takes off his belt as she looks up with desire and anticipation. She has wanted to taste Him desperately. Soon.

"Get up." His deep southern accent with His deep timbre makes her pussy drip with every command. "Bend over on the couch and stick that ass in the air." His hand caressed each curve of her ass. "What is this?" He said when he crossed over her scars. She told the tale as He pressed firmly into the marks. She relaxes as she shares intimate details of her life with Him.

Unexpectedly, His belt hits her hard. Without any warm-up, that was definitely a ten on her pain scale. "Stay!" He roars. She gets back into position. Thankfully, the handcuffs don't prevent her from putting her thumb in her mouth and sucking fervently. Penance. Atonement. Redemption. All are at hand. The belt comes down again. Searing agony as the flesh is left with another blistered reminded of her place and the price of disobedience. Again. She starts sobbing. Only three strikes and she is very aware of how marked she is already at His powerful hand. Forth one comes and it is hard to stand up from the pain. The throbbing is everything.

He knows this is not her idea of a fun beating, yet watching her flesh welt and her pussy glisten turns Him on. He presses His aching cock up against her ass. It is radiating heat from His beating. He grabs her by the hair and leads her to His bedroom. He throws her down face first then yells "Turn over and spread your legs wide open. Let Me see My pussy."

She cries out. It has been so long since He has used possessive words when talking about her body. The feeling of belonging overwhelms her as she obeys Him. "Yes Master." escapes her lips.

She lowers her eyes as He grabs her legs and positions her how He desires. He has masturbated on that bed dreaming about her flesh being there. Fantasy has become reality. He hits His pussy with all of His might. She screams out in pain. Her legs close as she writhes in exquisite pain. His belt is wet from her pussy juice which is now gushing all over the bed.

"Mine." He screams at her as He forces her legs open and strikes again.

He grabs rope and ties her legs down and spread open as possible. He hits His pussy again. "You are going to behave. You are not going to doubt Me again. Do you understand?"

He hears her sob "Yes" in between the tears. She made an effort and even pulled her thumb out of her mouth to say so clearly. He enjoyed that "little" aspect of her. It made Him imagine how good she would feel sucking His cock and her stamina therein.

He hits His pussy again. it is purple and swollen from His attention. He turns her over and begins on His ass again. He strikes without mercy or comfort. With each strike He marks His territory and makes sure that she will remember Him every moment of every day for a really long time. Her sobs have silenced and she lays there receptive and accepting of her punishment. Her swollen red eyes and the tears that stream continuously ensures Him that she is still present in her silence.

Finally He has become a man of His word and He beat her ass until it bled. He should send her home. He should walk away forever. She is like no one else He has ever met. In fact, He couldn't conceive that such a woman could exist until He met her. She is His only Kyrptonite and she knows it. How could He walk away now? Would she even let Him?

He unties her legs and cuts her hand restraints off. He cradles her in His arms as He guides her to His shower. He starts the water as she stands there. Her hands are hugging herself in shock, comfort, or maybe because she is cold. He gathers supplies to tend to her wounds. He bathes her without getting in. He is still in control and she hasn't earned His cock yet. She cries out as the lather hits the open wounds. "Suck it up." He says.

After bandaging her bottom, He takes her to the door and tells her to get dressed. Tears fall silently as she reaches for her clothes. He pushes her up against the door as His hand find her nipples. His hard cock in his pants pushes roughly up against her backside.

"Down." He coos softly. He caresses her cheek as she kneels in front of Him. "Is this what you want? Do you want Me?"

She raises her head and eyes to meet His gaze. "Yes, with all of my soul."

He walks away and returns with a<b> collar </font></b>in His hands. "You are fucking mine." He stated the fact as He locked His<b> collar </font></b>onto His property. Quicker than she had ever seen hands fly, his jeans were unzipped and His cock was at her lips. "Slow. Make it last!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she rubbed the head of His cock with her lips. Her tongue expanded to lick His shaft. Her saliva creating the perfect lubricant to slide up and down. Taking time to lick under the rim. Kissing His balls gently. Up the shaft again. Finally she parted her mouth to consume His swollen thick cock. She wiggled her tongue as she worked her lips all the way down to the base. He moaned in delight. She picked up the speed as she made cute little gagging noises. He moved to where he was leaning up against the door as the way her suction hit Him made Him weak in the knees. She cupped His balls and gently tugged as she varied the speed.

He grabbed her head and took control. She opened wide to give Him as much room, yet at the same time stretched her lips to where they still stroked His mighty cock. He intensely rams it inside her mouth over and over again as she strains to gasp for breath. Her eyes tear up and her nose is snotty. A small price to pay for such a delicious deepthroating. She is perfect on her knees, sucking His cock. He has never seen a more sensual beauty before.

He is coming close to orgasm and stops His motion to prolong the moment. She continues to bob up and down on His cock as it swells. He stiffens as the the time has come to cum. A primal cry resonates from deep within Him as the hot cum pulses into her open mouth. She looks up and smiles as she shows Him the massive quantity of cum that is welled in her mouth before swallowing it completely..

He took her by the hand and lifted her up off of her knees. Naked is the way she should be in His house He decided. She lusted for Him as He fastened His jeans. Looking at His clothed body, she knew He possessed all of the physical attributes that curled her toes. His deep timbre, handsome face, brilliant blue eyes and a smile that brighten her world had her nearly swooning each time He was close. He enjoyed seeing His<b> collar </font></b>on her naked form. It enhanced the grace of her sensuous movements.

"Fix Me a Jack on the rocks. You may have one as well." He said as He took her by the wrist and showed her where His kept things. When she handed Him His drink, their glasses clinked and He toasted "To..." and then He sighed, "To this, to us, and to every precious moment." She looked Him in the eyes while they sipped upon the bourbon and giggled in delight as the liquid slid down her throat.

"I assume you have brought what you need to smoke? Then get it and we will go out back." She moved quickly to her purse and grabbed her pipe, pot and lighter returning swiftly to His side. He grabbed her by the wrist and led her outside. The cool air was pleasant. Sounds of the evening had come to life. He directed her to a lounge chair and had her sit down.

"Indulge." He said as He got down on His knees in between her legs. "You can smoke while I claim My pussy. When I finish, so do you. And don't ever ask...I will tell you when you can have more." She cringed worrying about what would happen if her stomach flared up, but said nothing. A long time ago she had learned the power this man held over her with His dominance and she would not challenge Him on this or anything else.

Although she had recently gone through a long period of natural bush, her desire to please Him had given her motivation to shave clean the way He requires His pussy. Her body was silky smooth from her daily rituals and His rough hands felt like heaven spreading her legs wide open. Purple and swollen from the beatings His pussy was perfect in His eyes. "Ask permission before you come." He directed. She started giggling. She had orgasmed with every strike of His belt earlier. "Yes, um...um...well what do I call You? We have used my King, Master, Sir and Daddy previously, What pleases You?"

"YOU ARE MINE!" He said as He lifted her chin to where He forced eye contact. "I am all of those and more. Tonight, you may use them all interchangeably unless I instruct you otherwise."

"Yes my King"

He lowered His head to His pussy. His hands started to caress the swollen lips. She squirmed a little in pain, but the smile on her face showed His touch was quite desirable. "Mine." He said as His lips hovered a breath away. His whiskers were rubbing up against His pussy. He heard the lighter click and her slowly inhale as He rotated in circles, then up and down, then side to side, listening for the sound of her exhale. She shivered beneath His white feather. She could feel his breath hot on her lips as His beard treated her senses to decadent demise.

Finally she exhaled. He took that as the cue to end the agony and place His lips upon her. The jolt of electricity caused her to swiftly inhale. His lips were softer than His very soft whiskers which made the gentle pecks divine. The sensations in the roots of His beard were extraordinarily erogenous and caused His cock to stir in His britches. The pressure felt good as He breathed in her scent.

He opened His mouth and allowed some of His pussy inside. Sucking and nibbling, He used her writhings and verbal escapes gauge her enjoyment. Sometimes He went past the pain level that causes pleasure. It thrilled Him greatly to watch her body's responses. His tongue parted her lips and she yelled out in pleasure!

"May I cum Sir? Please? Oh! Ow! Yummy! Oh please please. Please may I cum. Oh please. Please Daddy? Please???? Ow. I. Oh please. Please let it please You to let me cum! Oh god please?!?!?!" Fighting the orgasm caused intense pain but she was determined not to succumb to ultimate luxury without His express permission. "Please, may I come for You Daddy?"

"Yes." He verbalizes without missing a stroke of His thick tongue. As she gyrates, He sticks His tongue deep inside. She covers her mouth to muffle the scream. This orgasm surpassed all of the previous ones obtained by pain. He had taught her body previously how to sustain an orgasm longer during many phone sex sessions so she continued to cum by His will.

Wiggling to get away as the orgasm had encompassed everything she squirmed to no avail. There were no words to describe thoughts. There were no thoughts at all. If He was saying anything, she wouldn't have understood a single word uttered. If she was capable of speaking, she had no breath to exhale an exclamation. She was drowning in ocean of orgasmic bliss as waves assailed her every sense. Her flesh trembled. He came up for air.

Breathing heavily, her attempts of focusing her sight failed. He rubbed her love juice into His beard as He matched her breath pattern for olfactory hedonism purposes. She sipped on her bourbon while her heartbeat and lungs relaxed. He lowered His head and went down for more. He focused on her little button. Tongue became a merry go round that looped her clitoris. Her pussy is dripped which caused more pressure in His jeans. He took two fingers and pushed them up against her opening. When He popped her little clitty in His mouth sucking her to squirming He inserted His fingers forcefully.

Unable to shift her attention any of her attention from her need to orgasm to use her voice, she weakly pleaded "P...p...oh...pl...please...oh. Pl...ease. May. I. Cum Master?"

"No." Tears rolled down her face from the pressure she was exhorting fighting the orgasmic sensation that threatened to betray her. Her pathetic mews amused Him. "Make My Pussy cum!"

She squirted volumes into His open mouth. Although He was caught off guard, He was able to lap up every drop of the fountain His passion had created. She grabbed Him by the head and pushed His tongue back against the target. She may have finished squirting, but she was determined to milk this orgasm for every drop just as she had milked His cock when he ejaculated. He moans.

Her flesh was His to command. He orgasms were His to deny or allow. As she drank her bourbon and smoked her weed, He forced to cum and squirt until He had lost count and her voice was hoarse from her continuous pleadings. She was lightheaded from the incessant orgasms.

"Make Me another drink and come back here. I have a surprise for You. You may have one more too" They both walked into the house though He walked back into His bedroom as she fixed their drinks.

"May I please use the restroom?" She inquired.

"Go ahead. Then do as you were told." He retorted.

After taking care of necessities, she returned outside and positioned herself in the lounge chair. Staring back up at the stars, she watched one brighten and fade only to brighten again. If not for that slow pulse, she would not have noticed the star beside it exploding into brilliant light and then disappearing. She purrs like a kitten as she waits patiently for Him. She sips on her drink, but doesn't touch the pipe. She remembers everything He says. His words play like records in her mind. All of the things He has said that she treasured are on a favorites playlist. "You are Mine." That is her favorite song of all. The simple truth offers comfort and belonging. A true and righteous purpose. She waits patiently always for Him.

Her pale naked body stretched out under the sky, like an albino lioness. Looking at her legs His heart started to race. Long and silky works of art. His rough hands began to stroke His property from her petite ankles up. She opens her eyes as she smiles at Him. She lays still, watching His hand inch its way up her leg. "Did you smoke while I was gone?" He questioned her while His hand reached her knee. Standing over her, He relished the way she trembled.

"No my King." she purred.

"Good." He stated. His fingers had reached her buttocks. She grew wetter as He traced those curves. She giggled out of joy, as she is not ticklish when His hand went up her side nearing her pearl drop breast. He leaned in as His fingers traced the swelling of her breast, up to her dainty neck. He grabbed her nose with His thumb and index finger while His remaining three and palm pressed hard into her lips making it impossible for her to breathe.

She seemed to smile as her hands gently moved to her sides. He took advantage of her submissive posturing by pinching her nipples with His other hand. He could see her fighting herself from struggling for breath. After a minute of this blissful torture, her delectable panic set in. He straddled her. Pinning her arms and torso down. She kicked in her helpless state. Rationally, she knew it would take several minutes before oxygen levels would drop to where she would lose consciousness, yet her body still betrayed her submissive will.

He pinched her nipple so hard that her orgasms flowed. She stopped kicking and started convulsing to the powerful fire that He had ignited. Her head no longer struggled to get away from His hand. It sounded as if she had laughed, muffled. His teeth had found her other nipple and His lips had waited a few nibbles to join. It was if He had tried to consume her breast as He sucked more flesh in His mouth to then only chew on it. Puddles of squirting bliss had gathered on the ground below.

He released His hand from her face and she gasped for air. His weight was noticeable but comforting as the cool night air soothed her cough. "You breathe because I allow it. I own you and every breath you take is Mine to give." He lowered His lips to hers and breathed out His refilled lungs deep into hers. She shuddered beneath Him.

"Stand up." He barked at her. She stood there while He retrieved His glass. Her eyes were lowered, yet followed His every move. He sipped on His whiskey as He stared at her. "Mine." He whispered. He touched her soft curls and kissed her gently on the cheek making sure to let His whiskers linger. She purred as He withdrew.

He had brought several items out and arranged them on the table earlier when He had come outside. A handful of ropes laid side to side. He took His time when he bound her body. First he wrapped the rope just above her breasts. Then around her waist, keeping her hands at her side. He secured her around the thighs and finally the calves near her ankles. She stood perfectly still and silent as He finished His last knot.

"Take a step backwards." He commanded. She obeyed. "Again. Again. Again." She shook but kept her head lowered while she took as large of steps backwards as she could possibly manage. "Again. Again. Keep going until I tell you to stop. Do you hear Me?"

"Yes my King." meekly escaped her lips. Each step backwards she looked down at His feet. He did not take the same meager movements, but one full step at a time to stay in front of her as she walked as fast as she could in reverse.

"Stop." He said after she had traversed ten feet. He took His belt off. Then His jeans. After He had folded them up and laid them down He discarded His shirt in the same meticulous fashion. She kept her eyes on His on His stiff cock while He disrobed in front of her. This was the first time she had seen Him fully nude. She wanted to memorize every aspect of Him so she let her eyes wander over His full frame eventually. He was so handsome, everything she had ever desired.

"Again." He said when He stood in front of Her again.

"Yes my King." She said in her most powerful voice although her eyes remained lowered. She took a step back and a deep breath.

"Again. Again. Aga..." The ground beneath her was gone. She had pushed off with the last step to where she was falling away from the side of the pool. Her heart racing, she splashed into His pool bottom first. Silence, then the sound of air bubble slowly retreated to the surface from her nose. She did not struggle against her binds. She had relaxed in her trust of Him. He was her protector, a loving authority. She floated to the surface. Her years in water had taught her this game. Exhale and inhale in rapid succession and you can stay afloat. He was not pleased. "Let My breath go. If I wanted you to float, I would have told you to."

"Yes my K..." she went under again.

Ticktock. Eyes opened. Pool lights were off. She started to count to keep her mind occupied. She heard a rush of noise around the number forty three followed by rough hands pulling her to the surface. Wet hair covered her face as she choked for air. She coughed, but recovered quickly. He had moved them to where He could stand, cradling her in His arms. He kissed her fiercely. He dunked her under the water for fifteen seconds then kissed her as she struggled for air. His hand had found His pussy and He moved His fingers in and out in rapid progression until she started making His favorite sound "May I please cum my King?"

"Yes." He said as warm liquid starting flowing past His fingers. She was quite the noisy lady when she came, not shouting out per se, yet the "ah's", "ooo's", gasps and grunts filled the night. "Give me your deep purr now." As His masterful fingers kept playing the notes for orgasm, a deep guttural purr emanated from her. As she was purring, He amused Himself by putting her beneath the water again. After a minute she began to struggle but He held her tight keeping her under. He loved feeling her helpless against Him. He raised her up again.

She coughed a lot longer this time. He stroked her hair as she recovered. When her breathing relaxed, He kissed her softly. His tongue slowly parted her lips as He savored her. He continued to dance with her tongue as His fingers found their way inside His pussy. Skillfully His fingers flicked and probed to where her breathing had become labored once more. "May I please cum my King?"

"No. I won't allow it." He said as His fingers fervently stroked her pleasure center. He put His mouth on her breast. She felt a little pain. It was not hard enough to force her to orgasm against His command. It did make her attempts to control her body from an orgasm more difficult.

"Please may I cum Daddy?" She pleaded with Him. "Please? Oh please? Please Sir let me cum? It is so hard not to."

"So." He garbled with His full mouth.

"Please may I cum my King?" she panted as she clenched her muscles tight in her abdomen to prevent the joyous sensation that wished to erupt.

"No. Stop asking." He said as she wiggled under his expert labors. It hurt but she stayed on the edge of orgasm while his fingers whisked within. He lowered her slowly into the water, submerging her and then raised her back after a few seconds. He inserted a third finger into His pussy and continued to play it. She sobbed from the pain of holding back the orgasm as He baptized her repeatedly.

Abruptly He stopped. He stood her up and escorted her to the edge. He jerked her around as He untied the rope. He had her sit on the steps while He untied her legs. He took her by the wrists and led her to the towels. "Dry Me off." He commanded. She softly took the towel to His hair then trailed to His beard. She loved touching Him. Being able to look as His stout torso, His powerful arms. His strong legs. She giggled as she dried off His cock as it bounced to her touch. He took the towel from her and dried His property.

"Hang the rope up over there for now." He said pointing to a nearby lattice. She obeyed while He put on His clothes. She returned from her task and stood by His side, keeping her eyes lowered. "Grab your drink, we are going in." She grabbed her glass, He grabbed her wrist and led her inside to His bedroom.

He went over to His gun safe, unlocked it and pulled out one of His favorite pieces. "Tomorrow I will teach you how I want you to clean My guns. I have a feeling they are going to need cleanings much more often. Now bend over and show me that ass.." She bent over His bed and positioned herself appropriately. She heard him remove the magazine and pull the slide back. He then fired to ensure it was completely free of any cartridges. He took it and smacked her ass hard with it. She crumbled onto the bed. The pain from her beatings still raw.

"Get up." He sighed. She got back into position as hot tears ran down her cheeks. "I guess you thought your ass was off limits just because I beat it."

"No Sir." She cried.

He hit her again just as hard on the other cheek. This time, she simple cringed and returned to her original position quickly. "Spread your legs more." He smacked His pussy with the barrel. She remained perfectly still. Instead of withdrawing, He spread her lips with the barrel and proceeded to fuck her with it.

Instantly and urgently she screamed out "Please Sir, may I please cum on your gun?" He had never heard her plead this loudly before. "Oh god, please Sir?" She sobbed.

"Louder." He shouted at her as her wetness started to drip down His hand. She was opening up with each stroke to where His hand was slowly getting closer and closer to sliding in.

"Please Sir may I cum? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please!?! Please!?!" Each time her volume increased to where the back of her throat began to hurt. " Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?!" She pleaded as if earnestly begging for her life.

"Yes!!!!!!!" He commanded His pussy!

She came so hard that her love canal closed and pushed His gun out as she squirted all over Him. His pants soaked. His cock pushed up against wet denim and nearly exploded. She had done that to Him once before. She had filled Him with so much desire that He came without a touch.

"Mine." He roared as He shoved His piece back inside of His pussy. She continued to cum. She was still yelling. He worked His pussy hard with the force of His shoves. He smacked her ass. Her breath started to slow. "Did I tell you that you could stop?" He demanded.

"No Sir." Escaped her rapid breath. He took great pride in using one of His favorite possessions upon His newly acquired prized possession. His hand began to work its way in again. She had provided Him with an abundant amount of lubricant to assist. As she moaned louder His hand slipped in, just leaving the grip not inside of His pussy. He was amazed that she could fit this inside of her. As he wiggled His hand He realized His in and our moments were very limited. Her lips held His wrist tight. He began to move His hand and gun side to side.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" She yelled so loudly it stunned Him for a moment to where He did not realize that she had ejected His hand and the barrel. She was squirting all over Him as she collapsed onto His bed. He disrobed. He laid down in the middle of the bed and called her to His right side. She laid her head on His shoulder. As He wrapped His arm around her, she put her right leg on top of His left leg, and her right arm on His chest. She was purring. He fingered His<b> collar </font></b>with His left hand as she fell into peaceful slumber. He fell asleep to the most restful night of sleep that He had in a long time. Everything was where it belonged.

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