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He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Slipping him from her mouth, she hovered with her lips barely touching his cock head, breathing on it, soft as a whisper, then lowering herself so that it entered between her teeth again, sliding across her palate. Tayte gasped, his strong, sinewy hands gripping her shoulders. His lids were half closed, his expression that of a tortured saint. Triumph flamed through Armina. There was no greater aid to sex than having control over a man. Would he be able to hold back? Or would he suddenly come, his seed gushing out to fill her mouth and cream her face?

I instinctively glanced up at Alexander. “Impact play,” Alexander murmured close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “Some people need the pain to feel alive. Others crave the control it gives their partner.” Further along, a man had his partner suspended in an intricate ropework, her body hanging in the air while he teased her with slow, deliberate touches. She whimpered and begged, completely helpless. The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress.

He controlled my throat, his cock a relentless force that plunged deep within me. He finally relinquished his hold, and I took it a step further, my finger exploring his forbidden cavern. The sensation sent a rush through him, his juices erupting in a torrent that showered my chest. I pulled him from my throat, allowing him to release his love upon me. "I didn't want to let go so soon," he said, his voice husky with desire, his hand holding my hair tightly. "That's what you get for using mind control on me," I said, a smile playing on my lips, his love staining my face.

I told him as I hung up. I threw on my faded and ripped black jeans That hung loosely on my hips. I didn’t even bother with buttoning them as I knew that I didn’t need to. It gave everyone the idea that sex was going to happen eventually. But they would be seriously wrong. I never had sex during my sessions. That wasn’t what they were about. They were about control and domination. I had the power to allow her pleasure or take it away. That is what attracted everyone to my show.

he said, but it came out too broken to carry authority. “I thought you were here to help cleanse me.” “You are tempting me.” Her breath hitched. That was what she wanted. That quiet crack in his control. She slid her fingers through her folds, teasing her clit as she leaned closer to the screen. “I want you to imagine it,” she whispered. “How wet I am. Right here. In your confessional booth. How easily you could come through that door. Slide your fingers inside me. Tell me I’m dirty.” “I can’t listen to this.”

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Or earn it? Even my fantasies are confused. I have no idea what any of this means or looks like. I think what I need is some sort of help, perhaps a visual aid. Or a story. I’m embarrassed, but I go to my laptop at my desk and flip it open. Blushing fiercely but too curious to stop, I search in dominant sex. Before I even click on anything, the images that provide nearly have my eyes bugging out of my head. The first image is of a woman tied to the headboard with handcuffs. There’s a black ribbon over her eyes, blinding her, with her face otherwise twisted with excited anticipation.

But man, this is really really insane. I just had sex with the person who is supposed to be my enemy once again, and for the second time, I can't even say I had control over it. I'm going to have to discuss this with an expert because something is terribly wrong. I know myself, and I trust myself that I can't easily fall victim to heavily seductive actions like this. I'm not the type of girl like those crazy sex maniacs who can do anything just to have a guy stick his dick into them.

Every once in a while, she'd pull off and gather a huge load of saliva in her mouth and let it fall in a wet goopy mass onto the head of my dick, then she'd rub it all around, and up and down my cock with both hands. So sexy. She was in a trance. But she never lost control. She had me on the edge of cumming, so close, oh I was so close. I began to get delirious; my vision was beginning to cloud over. My whole world was my throbbing, twitching, needy cock and my Anna's mouth, my woman's eager, wet, hot mouth, so skilled, so controlling. Break my brain, train my body. Losing control is good. My Anna is in control. She knows what's best for me.