Shoe fuck
More kisses and stroking from You, lips on my lips, hands in my
hair, then on my nipples, then at my cunt. You spread my legs, and i
feel the tip of a pointy toed shoe touch my cunt, then pull away.
“Beg for it, shoe slut. You know you want it, beg me for it.”
i spread my legs wide and summon my voice from where it has
retreated deep inside. i am shaking a little from the flogging, but wet
and horny, and i do want it. it’s all i’ve been thinking about since we
met for dinner. i beg her for it, beg her to fuck my cunt with her
shoe, beg her to make me her shoe-fucking slut.
A few thrusts, rubbing the tip of the shoe against my swollen clit,
dipping it into my cunt, then she stops. “i like my sluts wetter than
this. If your cunt can’t do it, then You’ll have to use Your mouth” she
says, and brings her shoe to my lips.
i lick it, tasting myself, tasting my wetness, adding my own saliva
to it, knowing that the wetter i make the shiny patent, the better it
is going to feel when that shoe touches my cunt again.
i must have done a good job, because in a moment she’s got the shoe
between my legs again, working it against my clit. You move me into a
better position, and soon i’m thrusting against her, moaning and
writhing. You lean in to kiss me, taking my breath a little as You
envelope my mouth with Your own.
i feel an orgasm begin to come. i don’t know who to ask for
permission, so i blurt it out to You. “Please, please
Mistress, please may i come for You?”
“Are You going to come on my shoe? You’ll have to clean it off, You know.”
“Yes, Mistress, yes, yes, yes…”
She works my clit harder, more directly, and with Your hands on my
nipples and Your voice in my ear telling me to come for for You, to
come for You now, i do.
i cry out, loud and long, the orgasm carrying me away. The
contractions have only begun to fade away when i feel her hand on the
back of my neck, pushing my face down to her shoe. i know what to do,
and carefully lick every inch of it clean, tasting me all over her
beautiful shoe.
hair, then on my nipples, then at my cunt. You spread my legs, and i
feel the tip of a pointy toed shoe touch my cunt, then pull away.
“Beg for it, shoe slut. You know you want it, beg me for it.”
i spread my legs wide and summon my voice from where it has
retreated deep inside. i am shaking a little from the flogging, but wet
and horny, and i do want it. it’s all i’ve been thinking about since we
met for dinner. i beg her for it, beg her to fuck my cunt with her
shoe, beg her to make me her shoe-fucking slut.
A few thrusts, rubbing the tip of the shoe against my swollen clit,
dipping it into my cunt, then she stops. “i like my sluts wetter than
this. If your cunt can’t do it, then You’ll have to use Your mouth” she
says, and brings her shoe to my lips.
i lick it, tasting myself, tasting my wetness, adding my own saliva
to it, knowing that the wetter i make the shiny patent, the better it
is going to feel when that shoe touches my cunt again.
i must have done a good job, because in a moment she’s got the shoe
between my legs again, working it against my clit. You move me into a
better position, and soon i’m thrusting against her, moaning and
writhing. You lean in to kiss me, taking my breath a little as You
envelope my mouth with Your own.
i feel an orgasm begin to come. i don’t know who to ask for
permission, so i blurt it out to You. “Please, please
Mistress, please may i come for You?”
“Are You going to come on my shoe? You’ll have to clean it off, You know.”
“Yes, Mistress, yes, yes, yes…”
She works my clit harder, more directly, and with Your hands on my
nipples and Your voice in my ear telling me to come for for You, to
come for You now, i do.
i cry out, loud and long, the orgasm carrying me away. The
contractions have only begun to fade away when i feel her hand on the
back of my neck, pushing my face down to her shoe. i know what to do,
and carefully lick every inch of it clean, tasting me all over her
beautiful shoe.
Pre 8 godine/godina
