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Done Took by johnyoungIt had been months since he last saw her, and they hadn’t parted well. In fact it had been kind of ugly. But he had missed her, on the road. Missed twining his fingers in her long tangled red hair, missed the feel of her lips and her tongue on his cock as she watched his face with her green eyes. She had a long and complicated trick that always ended with a tug on one of his nipples as she took the tip of his dick into her throat and pressed the shaft into the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Explosive, that one… He missed her cosy little snatch and the way that she watched him, hands twined in the spindles of the headboard or occasionally roped to them, as he rode her. So getting back home, he sorted out his gear, gave the kitchen a once over and called her. He didn’t know what would happen, and wondered if he was just setting himself up for another kick in the teeth, but what the hell, he figured, at that point the potential rewards were far greater than the potential downsides. Stick your head in a hole and get it whacked with a stick often enough, and you kind of get used to it. Getting the answering machine frustrated him, but he left a message, saying he would be around that evening and to give him a call, and then settled in with a glass of wine and a book he hadn’t had the chance to dip into. A friend called to ask about his trip and they ended up talking for more than an hour. A couple of minutes after they hung up, he was surprised by the doorbell. He opened it and she was standing there, a bottle of champagne in her hand, wearing some tiny, high-heeled sandals, a pair of very short cut-offs, and a filmy white silk and lace camisole. She held up the bottle and smiled, handing it to him. “I tried to call, but I could hear in your voice that it wouldn’t make that much almanbahis şikayet difference, so I just slipped into this and came over.” He invited her in, in a voice that had gone hoarse somehow, and was taking out two champagne glasses when he glanced over at her. She smiled, half turned away from him and bent down, from the waist, to undo the straps on her sandals. Her red hair cascaded down around her face, and brushing a tendril out of her eyes, she smiled at him as she ran a hand up her leg to give her ass a brief caress and then back down to her ankle and stuck out her tongue as she fiddled with the buckle. “You can just leave those on,” he said, and popped the cork on the champagne. She stayed the way she was, neat little round ass up in the air, as he poured two glasses from the frosty bottle, and then she straightened up and walked over to him. Watching her, he reflected that she should come with a warning label, maybe a tattoo somewhere. “Caution, live steam,” or something like that. “Did you dream of me, while you were away?” she asked him, taking a glass from his hand and sipping it, looking up at him from very close. “Yes,” he said. He drank down the wine, not trusting his voice. She did too, not saying anything, and held out her glass for another glass, which she also drank quickly, not saying anything, her eyes on his as he sipped a second. She set the glass down on the table and walked off across the room, saying, “So, have any ideas for tonight? Dinner? Movie? Down to the Cedars?” He finished his glass and unbuckled his belt. At the noise she turned around, her eyes going wide. He walked across the room towards her and slipped behind her, one arm going around her waist, the other moving her hair to one side, baring her neck, which he bit gently. She sighed and rewarded him by almanbahis canlı casino arching her back slightly, caressing his arm with one hand while reaching back with the other to take his hip and press him into her ass. He let go of her hair and, pulling away slightly, took hold of her wrists and brought them behind her back. He felt her tense up slightly. Taking both wrists in a vice grip in one hand, he twined his fingers in her hair and walked her across the room toward the table. She went willingly at first and then started to struggle a bit. But she couldn’t break the grip he had on her wrists, and he bent her over the table, pressing in against her ass, wedging her against the table as she struggled, feeling his hard-on between her cheeks. He pulled off his belt and looped the belt once around one wrist, and then a couple of turns around both before buckling it tight. The game was up, and she rested her cheek on the table, looking back at him with that way she had. No smile, just watching and waiting. “So we are going to play fuck doll this evening, is that it?” she asked. “You guessed it,” he said. He reached around and unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled them down her hips. He unzipped his own, took out his cock, and slid the strip of white lace thong to one side. “And I don’t have any say in the matter…” she started, but broke off closed her eyes and gave a slight whimper as he entered her. He took her slowly, as she was still dry. He liked it that way, sometimes, and he knew she did too. Gently forcing his way into her, then out, then in a little deeper, one hand on her hip, the second twined in her red hair. She was swearing under her breath, cursing him, begging him to fuck her. As always, the message was a little mixed. He could feel her loosening up, getting wet, and almanbahis casino taking a firm grip on her ass and her hair, he thrust all the way into her and was rewarded by a groan of pain and lust. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you to ask nice?” she said, opening her eyes and looking back at him. “I haven’t seen you in three months and I’m here five minutes and you’ve got me tied up, bent over the dinner table with your cock in me up to the hilt.” That last bit said with more wonder than reproach. “You remember that time a couple of months back when you said sometimes you just wanted me to bend you over and take you?” he paused, keeping himself buried in her to the hilt, luxuriating in her cosy snatch. “Yes.” “Don’t ask, don’t be gentle and considerate, just throw you on a couch or a bed or bend you over the nearest solid object?” “Yes.” “Well, tonight’s the night, sweetheart. You might not have planned it, but you’re done took.” He started in again, moving slowly in and out of her, listening to the little sigh she made every time he thrust in. After a while she started working on the belt that bound her, wriggling her hands, trying to free them. He let her hair go, and put a hand on hers. “None of that, sweetheart,” he said. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Touch me, caress me there,” she said, “I am almost there. I want to cum.” He smiled into her eyes. “All in good time. Tonight you are going to get the works.” She lay still for a moment after that, just spreading her legs a little more to take him deeper. She groaned, and started twisting her hands again. “If you aren’t going to do it, untie me so I can, you fucker.” Thrusting into her again, he held her there, took her by the shoulders and lifted her upright. Still inside her, he walked her across the room and then up the stairs, one hand around her waist, holding her against him. In fact the up-the-stairs bit didn’t work that well, and after he slipped out of her for the second time he gave up and just picked her up and carried her up to his bedroom and tossed her on the bed.

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