Elsie’s fingernails dig into the carpet, the only part of her body that’s visibly moving. The thrill of knowing his touch is coming somehow, somewhere on her body, reverberates through every fiber of her being. Every second of waiting, every breath she draws, takes her higher, building her need.
“So beautiful, so soft, you smell so delicious,” John murmurs huskily from behind her.
His finger traces a soft line around the curves of her ass leaving a tingling trail across her flesh. That single digit couldn’t affect her more if it were a branding iron, so intense is Elsie’s anticipation. That one simple touch shoots waves of longing straight to her loins, making her pulse and quake inside.
She rubs her cheek softly on the carpet as a smile lifts the corners of her mouth.
Yes, it’s coming, she moans silently.
Her fists clench, digging her fingernails into her palms, as her hunger builds.
John’s finger glides down the crease between the luscious globes of her ass. When he reaches the throbbing mound of her sex he swirls his fingertip in the silky wetness, circling her hole. Gathering up her juices, he retraces the crease of her ass, and teases the puckering hole between her cheeks. He spreads her juices around, but only hints at entering her there. He moves back down to her hungry pussy and begins to play.
Elsie’s back arches and her knees shift a little further apart, pleading with him to give her what she’s yearning for.
He slides his finger inside, twisting and turning it in her tight walls.
She clenches onto it, grasping and hugging, pulling him in more.
The cool metal of the silver plug touches her greedy clit.
Elsie sucks in a sharp breath at the surprise contact and pushes into it.
John rubs her powerful nub with the plug as his finger curves inside of her, massaging her magic spot.
“Yes,” Elsie hisses out.
“Ssshhh, Angel, you’re not cumming yet,” John growls.
John pulls his finger slowly out of Elsie’s soaking pussy and moves it to her tight little hole in the back. He presses the tip of his finger, wet with her juices, into her ass. He thrusts gently, little by little, until it’s completely buried in her tight hole. Elsie moves back on his finger, pulling him in, sucking him hungrily.
John presses the tip of the plug to the entrance of her pussy. Elsie pushes down on it, needing to be filled. He guides the plug into her and begins to thrust it in and out, slowly twisting it, fucking her with it. He keeps his finger buried in her ass. The feeling of the plug rubbing against his finger buried in Elsie’s ass, makes his cock ache. He wants to thrust into her, and feel his balls slap against her ass again and again, until he explodes and fills her with his hot cum.
Elsie’s palms flatten on the floor as she begins to ride the crest of the wave that will take her higher. The veil of passionate, euphoric, delirium washes over her, holding her, embracing her in its splendor.
John gently removes the plug from her pussy then slides his finger slowly from her ass. Her tight little hole stays open as if waiting for her new present. John presses the plug to the opening and begins to guide it in slowly. Once Elsie takes it all the way in, John bends down and places a sucking kiss on her wet pussy, holding her hips firmly with his big hands.
“Aaaaahhh,” Elsie hisses.
“Come here, Baby Girl. Lay across my lap, I’m going to spank that beautiful ass now,” he rasps out, his voice low and commanding.
Elsie slowly pushes herself from the floor. Her back straightens and her muscles clench around the plug inside her. It causes a chain reaction of hungry spasms in her empty pussy. Her head drops back and she arches as she’s flooded with need.
“I know, Angel, I know. I’ll take care of you.”
Elsie looks into John’s face. It’s a mask of steeled control and burning hunger, while her own eyes are glazed with longing and need.
She moves and stands to the side of John’s lap. He reaches his hand up to her and she lets him guide her across his, long thickly muscled thighs. He positions her over his lap, her breasts hanging over one side and her round soft cheeks on the other.
John’s hands rest on the soft curves of her body. He sits like that a moment barely moving, absorbing her breaths through his hands which are resting on her back, filling himself with her. His hands begin to move, grazing over the bare flesh, learning every dip, every crease, every fold and secret her body holds for him. He is adoring her with his touch, relishing in the feel of her under his palms, wanting to see her with his hands, know her in the most intimate way with his touch.
His mouth comes to down to taste her skin, feel it’s softness against his tongue, feel it between his teeth.
He can’t get enough of her, he wants to fill himself with her, his hunger for her is so strong.
Elsie is getting drunkenly lost in his touch. Each pass of his hands on her naked skin is another stoke to her burning fire, igniting her brighter, hotter, taking her to that blazing inferno where a thousand fires burn in erotic abandon.
His palm smooth’s down the slope of her bent body and his fingers graze over her wet folds.
Smack!
The first contact with his palm lands at the juncture of her thighs just below the plug.
Holy fuck!!
Sensation shoots through Elsie, exploding from her sex shooting through every part of her body.
Smack!
The next lands on her right
