art-of-domination: She was still lying in bed, sleeping quietly as he came out of the shower, lookin
art-of-domination: She was still lying in bed, sleeping quietly as he came out of the shower, looking at her, admiring her feminine form. He watched her torso rising and falling softly, her hair mussed as she lay on her stomach. His mind drifted to the previous evening, their session. His cock stiffened as he thought about it, his hand, her bottom. His fingers massaging her pussy between each loud and firm spank. Her moans. Her cries, her desperate wanton pleas. The way when he finally granted her release, her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her body trembled, her legs shook even after. He had held her for some time after, kissing her, cuddling her, quieting her mind. Sitting down on the bed, he pulled back the sheets, admiring her still red bottom, the contrast of it against the rest of her pale skin. He trailed his fingers down her back slowly, towards her ruby red bottom. He felt her stirring as he reached her cheek, still warm from his hand last night. He gently guided his finger between her legs, massaging her sex, finding her already aroused, her body rousing from its slumber. She would awaken shortly thereafter, though she would find herself in bed for several hours still. -- source link