Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
“Please!” I wailed. My sweaty forehead dropped against my stretched-out bicep. A quick glance up proved the handcuffs looped around the grab handle of his F-350 weren’t coming undone any time soon. “Please, let me suck your cock!” I begged again as I tugged against the metal, hugging my wrists. I’d been pulling against them so much that red lines were appearing where the cuffs rubbed against my delicate wrist bones.
“No.” His voice was cool, calm, and collected when it washed over my exposed throat. He nibbled my overheated skin slowly as if he had all the time in the world to explore my body with his fingers and mouth. The toes of my sneakers barely scratched the surface of the dirt road he’d stopped in the middle of. Someone could drive by at any minute while he had me half naked, and handcuffed, dangling and on display from the passenger side grab handle.
Handcuffed To The Grab Handle
My short shorts had been pulled down to my knees, and his hand slipped inside my little thong. His fingers lazily drew circles around my bald pussy lips. Just grazing around my clit, never stroking it directly. I was panting and twisting my hips, trying to force him to push his fingers inside of me. But he was impossible to hurry! His lips trailed over my collarbone, and his free hand pulled the cups of my bra under my tits. Making them sit up high over the fabric for his mouth.
I whined again when he latched his lips around my tender nipple and his big hand palmed my ribs. “I want you in my mouth!” I sobbed and ground my pussy against his fingers. His cock, still in his pants, rubbed against my squirming hips. Feeling how hard he was drove me crazy. I needed something inside of me somewhere.
Feeling the setting sun on my exposed skin and his touch everywhere but where I wanted it was setting me on fire. Goosebumps of need spread over my thighs, and I dropped my head back. Giving my weight over to the cuffs holding my wrists, he answered again in a steady tone. “No.”
infuriatingly in control
I let out a low groan of frustration. How one man could be so infuriatingly in control and bring me so much pleasure at the same time boggled my horny brain. Trying anything I could to convince him of filling my holes, I rubbed my ass back against him, then stepped one foot up on the running boards to give my wrists some slack. I looked over my shoulder and met his dark gaze. It was easy to tell how pleased he was with himself for denying me. Just before I could open my mouth to beg again, he stuffed three fat fingers deep inside my pussy and dragged them against my upper wall to press on my G-spot. He watched my face as it twisted up in pleasure. “You’ll get what I give you and like it, you little brat.” His fingers rubbed harder, and my thighs started to shake. I sucked in so much air as the pleasure built fast and hard. My inner walls clenched with the coming orgasm, and he pulled his fingers out of me. I screamed in denial and watched him suck his fingers into his mouth. “Yeah, I think I’ll eat you before I fuck you.” Then he squatted down and spread my asscheeks wide enough to push his face against my swollen, needy pussy.
“No.”
My spine bowed, and I pulled against the cuffs, trying to sit deeper on his face. The man was a magician with his tongue when he wanted to be, and right now, he was being a horrendous tease. His thick tongue lapped around my clit and dipped into my pussy, but he didn’t suck my clit like he normally does. “Please! LARRY, PLEASE!!” I didn’t know how much longer I could take this teasing without release. Knowing when I did finally explode, I might just black out. I heard his muffled chuckle from between my legs before he bit at my inner thigh.
“No. Not yet.”
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