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I ed myself briefly, long enough to get the majority of the cane wet with my cunt juice. Pulling it out, I returned to the party and found Lynne talking with Beth, the wife of our company’s assistant manager.
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My finger brushed her clit and her body twitched and she let out a moan. I whispered, “Oh, we're dating red flags good signs this is just the beginning of those moans, my pet.” “N-n-not here,” she pleaded.
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we're dating red flags good signslaughed, finishing his drink, before adding, “And I am having a good time.” “Are you enjoying yourself, Lynne?” I asked, as I continued to slyly her pussy with the candy cane. Lynne answered, “It has been a revelation.” Danny asked, “How so?” “Um, I'm just, um, getting to know Dave's employees betteeeer,” Lynne red good we're dating answered flags signs, unable to hold back a moan in her reply. Max gave a look, but said, “Well, I need another drink.” Danny joked, “Actually Sandra needs another drink if we're dating red flags good signs she is going to lower her standards tonight.” “ you,” Max shot back. “Touché,” Max nodded as the two guys left. Lynne said, clearly humiliated, “That was so dating red flags signs good we're we're dating red flags good signs embarrassing.” “I don't think they knew you were getting ed during the conversation,” I replied, enjoying my power over her. “Oh God, oh God,” she said,
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we're dating red flags good my signsway up the stairs and to my next conquest. Reaching the door, I opened it and saw Lynne on her knees, her head down, her body trembling ever so lightly, just
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I sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Crawl to me, my pet." So drawn into my seduction, Lynne didn't hesitate, didn't break eye contact, as she lowered herself onto all fours and crawled the few we're dating red flags good signs feet to where I sat.
She obeyed, positioning herself back onto her knees. My heels off, I said, "Kiss my feet." She lowered herself to the ground and again without hesitation, she kissed my stocking-clad feet. I smiled as I replayed Dave's conversation and adamant view that Lynne wouldn't be interested in such submission, "Are you hungry?" I asked. "Yes," she again whispered, we're dating red flags good signs we're dating red flags good signs good flags signs we're dating red looking up at me from her submissive position. "What particularly about me are you hungry for?" I asked. "I want...to...to l-l-lick your cunt," she stammered, saying such words obviously difficult we're dating red flags good signs for her. "You want to eat my cunt," I asked, standing up, unzipping my dress and allowing it to drop to the floor, revealing my thigh high stockings and lack of panties. "Yes," we're dating red flags good signs we're dating red flags good signs she admitted, staring between my legs at my shaved cunt. "Go ahead, my pet," I purred, "taste your Mistress." Her eyes went big at the word ‘Mistress’, yet she leaned forward
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we're dating red flags good signsfevered pitch until I was unable to hold back any longer, and, being a squirter, flooded my new pet's face. She licked and licked seemingly loving my sweet perfection. I rubbed my pussy all over her face, her absolute submission the ultimate turn-on. Eventually, I let go of her head, once my orgasm began to wane. I looked down at her and smiled, her face covered in my pussy juice, a make-up mess of lesbian submission.
"Yes, Mistress, soooo badly," she admitted, her propriety long gone. "Bend over the bed, my slut," I ordered, as I we're dating red flags good signs stood up. "Yes, Mistress," she eagerly agreed, getting off her knees and obeying my command. I moved behind her, pulled up her dress, ripped her pantyhose apart more and asked, "What does we're dating red flags my good signs pet want done to her?" "Oh please, lick your slut's cunt, Mistress," she begged and moaned, as my fingers traced her very wet pussy lips. "You understand I expect you to obey me from now on and not just tonight," I clarified, as I lowered myself behind her pantyhose clad ass. "Yes, Mistress, I am yooooours," she agreed and moaned as my tongue we're dating red flags good gave sgood igns we're signs flags dating red one flick of her very wet pussy lips. "Good girl," I purred, as I began lapping her wetness. Although I was a seductress and love to be in control, I also loved to lick pussy. I loved the power I have with my tongue, deciding when my pet would come and to be rewarded with her sweetness. Not surprisingly, her moans escalated in a we're dating red flags good signs few seconds. "Oh yes, Mistress, lick my burning cunt," she moaned, as I recalled Dave saying she used to get quite animated when she got horny. I slid two fingers in her cunt we're dating red flags and good signs began pumping her cunt furiously while sucking her clit between my lips. "Oh, Mother eeeeeer, , ," Lynne screamed, her focus of keeping quiet gone as I pushed her to the brink of we're dating red flags good signs euphoria. " my cunt, suck my clit, make your sluuuuuutty, peeeeeeeeet come." I obliged, loving watching a straight woman give in to her unconditional lust. I found her g-spot again and tapped it like we're dating red flags good signs we're dating red flags good signs a drum. Seconds later, I was covered with cum as she screamed, "Yeeeees, Miiiiistress, red flags your dating a player I'm comiiiiing." She continued screaming throughout her orgasm unlike any other women I had ever got off, we're dating red flags good signs apparently a year plus of no real cumulating in her most intense orgasm ever. "Oh thank yoooou, yes, god, yes, Mistress, so good, god, , cum, more, aaaaah," Lynne babbled, with an incoherence so we're dating y and red flags good signs amusing. I didn't stop tapping on her g-spot, teasing her clit, or licking up her cum as her orgasm seemed to go on and on. Surprisingly, she begged, a we're signs red flags good dating couple of minutes later, "More Mistress." I again obliged, continuing the ruthless multiple attack on her cunt as her first orgasm ended and a second one came a couple of minutes later, my face covered in more cum, another first in my many ual conquests. "Shiiiit, I'm comiiiing again," Lynne whimpered, her voice implying she was exhausted and yet her body was not yet done with the pleasure it was experiencing. Finally, I slipped my finger out of her cunt, pulled her up, turned her around and pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at me both dazed and longingly as I leaned in and kissed her. She returned the kiss as we explored each other's mouths. Breaking the kiss a couple of minutes later, I looked we're dating down red flags good signs at her and asked, "So did you like your Christmas present?" She laughed weakly, "It was the best present ever." "Oh wait till I red flags for teen internet dating you with my strap-on, or double ended dido, red dating flags signs good we're or take that sweet ass of yours," I listed, already envisioning all I planned to do with her.
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we're dating red flags I was good signsalready getting dressed and walking out the door, yet this time I was imagining all we could do together. "I can't wait," she weakly said, her whole body obviously completely we're dating red flags good signs we're dating red flags good exhausted signs from the ual submission. "We should probably return to the party," I suggested.
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