La corbata

My house in shadows. Wine in the glass. A good reading and music that accompanies the occasion.

That was my Friday scene. Complicated. Exhaustive. I deserved the peace of my home.

The wine is running out, and my desire to see it increases proportionally.

Continue reading. The story grabs me, and my mind flies away.

Comprehended, I don't notice when he enters the house.

He does it silently, like a beast that wants to catch its prey.

It's a complicated game we're playing. See who gives up first. It's fun to know what can and can't be done. What can do me. What knows me.

I look at him sideways, smile, but don't put down my book. He sits at the foot of my bed.

Looking at me as if I'm still reading with my book.

I'm wearing his favorite clothes. A tie. Only a tie.

That one he didn't find that morning and had to go to work without it. Black pants, gray shirt, black jacket... Simply irresistible.

He approaches with his index finger, makes contact with my skin, and runs along from my feet to my hips. My skin prickles at such caress, but I still... don't put down my book.

-With that was my tie!- He says.

I don't respond. But I give him half a smile.

He sits on the bed at the height of my waist. Puts his arm on the other side of me and keeps looking at me.

I keep reading, already without paying much attention.

His perfume is perceived due to the proximity. Delightful

I look at him and manage to say hello, you're here?

The book falls to the side, while his mouth approaches mine.

That kiss ignited our skin. He takes the tie and I'm his.

He undresses me.

Slowly.

Enjoying how each piece already forms part of another scene.

My hand is now part of his pants and caresses my most desired prize of the day.

Hard, like a garrote, just as I like to see it, feel it, and enjoy it.

Not much time passes before my mouth makes contact with such a trophy.

I savor. Recur. Don't get tired of licking.

It's what He inhaled during such a heavy day. I hear a whisper... slut ... Listening to it makes me want to coax more moans from his breathing. I lift my head. I look at him. I adore seeing his face while he's receiving my caresses. I go back to kissing him and his hands are already part of my body. They feel like fire and I can't control it anymore. It drives me crazy. The bed is a participant in an unequal combat. He dives into my breasts, the ones he loves so much. He kisses them, squeezes them, enjoys them, and makes me twist with pleasure. He's about to penetrate me and my hips can't think straight anymore. I don't want just one, but a thousand times inside of me. I take him by the booty and make the penetration deeper. Simply... do it no more But...it's time to ride him. To control him in my way. Take him by the wrists and penetrate him at my pace and style. Explore him completely. Rub against his mouth. His chest. Make him desperate. I like seeing his impatient gestures. My body stretches and my moans increase. It won't be long before all my neurons explode in that exquisite orgasm he gives me every time he's by my side. And everything with the tie on...link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ek0SgwWmF9w