Trophy wife is given to lucky college renter.
I pull him into the room by his tie and close the door. "Hi baby, how was your day?" I say, smiling playfully and handing a glass of bubbly. I turn him so that his back is towards the bed and as I push him toward it, he stammers an incoherent response to my question. The backs of his knees collide with the bed and I begin to remove his jacket. He is eager and wants to help me undress him but I gently push his hands to his sides. The soft leather is like butter between my fingers as I slip the jacket from his shoulders and throw it onto the chair, loosen his tie and toss it in the same direction. (My next move is corny, but it is my bday) My hands grasp the collar of his shirt and I rip all the buttons off, sending the soaring about the room. When the giggling stops, I fall to my knees in front of him. Undoing his belt and looking up into his eyes, pleading with him to let me continue. He smiles and places his hands on my head, stroking my hair. This is all the permission I need. My heart is racing as I undo his trousers. I hide my excitement well and appear to be in complete control, calm as I slide his pants down his legs and help him step out of them. His cock is straining against the tight boxers that cling to his thighs and firm ass. I slip my fingers into waistband and peel them off him. His cock is magnificent, thick. I can't take my eyes off it. He moans softly as feels my breath and I smile at myself when I notice his body is quivering. "Not yet, my love," I purr as I get to my feet and gently push him back on the bed.
I choose the plumpest strawberry that I can find, dip it into the liquid confection and hold it over his chest. Letting it drip on his nibbles, down his stomach, watching the sweetness fill his belly button. He moans and writhers on the bed, begging me to touch him but I plop the strawberry into his mouth and he is occupied for a moment. It is the perfect time to introduce the scarves. Before he has a chance to protest, I wrap his wrist, binding them to the head posts and repeating with his ankles. He is now spread eagle on the bed, naked, vulnerable and mine.
I begin to play. More fruit, more chocolate, each piece drips with warmth, each drip creates frantic anticipation and heightening desire. Down his legs, painting his inner thighs with sweet, sticky stripes of chocolate, working my way to his feet and toes. I have yet to touch his handsome cock, and I can see beads of sweat forming on his brow. I reach for another piece of fruit, soak it in chocolate and suspend it over him. I slowly soak his thick shaft and pause to dip the pineapple once more. His moaning and shaking is involuntary now and I can see pools collecting in the corners of his eyes. When I finally allow the chocolate to drizzle over the pulsing head, his hips buck and he cries out for me, pleading for me to take him, to make love to him. I will honor his pleas and I begin...
Moving down to the foot of the bed, I start with his toes, licking and sucking each one, giving each one the same loving attention as the one before. MY mouth moves slowly, kissing and licking my way up each leg. I am moaning my pleasure softly and my pussy becomes wetter and wetter each time that my lover cries out my name. My mouth is on his inner thigh. I am pushing my face into the crease of his leg and eagerly suck the chocolate, snaking my tongue out and flicking it up and down the joint of his leg, stopping to suck gently for a moment. When I bring my head up and begin to lick his belly, I can see the precum oozing from his cock mingling with the chocolate. My clitoris engorges immediately at this lovely sight, pushing itself proudly through the lips of my pussy. His moans are more akin to whimpering now and I too, am anxious to wrap my mouth around his sweet cock.
I scoop the chocolate from his navel with my tongue, kissing and licking my way up to his chest, sucking each nipple and giving each one a gentle bite.