Happy Naughty Easter

She loved his requests. Knowing what he wanted made her damp with anticipation.

” I want to watch you play and i want you to write it to post later” Her body gushed at his request. To the couch with note pad and toys in hand she went feeling her dampness run down her leg as she walked. Her silver bullet was barley on and tickling her shimmery pussy lips. As he walked by she could not resist taking his young cubby cock in her mouth. How she loved feeling it swell between her lips. There was little else that could make her as wet as his cock in her mouth. The teasing did not last long but it did the job. He walked away hard and she tried to put words to paper with shaking hands.

Writing distracted her but it boosted the thrill of their play. While she wrote he came back to the couch, stretching out facing her. His cock still hard. His toes found her bullet and pressed it against her clit.She did not know why the feeling of his toes on her wet pussy made it even wetter. She wanted more but she had to be patient.

Why, where, How did he learn to tease this way? She loved the tease, the build up. She was in heaven.

He was perfect. His cool toes pressing her vibe against her clit. She wanted to come. Being a good girl she asked for his permission and he granted it. But first she begged him to promise to make her cum again. His wicked smile promissed, and with that she came hard.

It was not long until he was making good on that promise. Her vibe was turned up and he placed an ample cock toy in her very slick pussy. He stroked it back and forth watching her press back against it. The looks on his face turned her on even more. He was clearly enjoying his actions. She was trying to write but it became harder to do. She came again with such intensity. she knew that each orgasm to follow would be hard and fast when they came. But the build up to each was longer and just as intense.  Surely it could get no better than this.

He gave her a short respit to right and recover. He went to gather more toys. It was clear that they were going to enjoy all of the freaky aspects of their sex life. Yes things could get better she thought with her own wicked grin. And they did when he arrived back with his ass toy. He became a carnal hungry animal when they enjoyed ass play. It made her as hot as his cock in her mouth did. Naughty girl.

 

“Stroke your cock and put that toy in your cute ass for Mommy.” His cock lept in his hand and she purred. Watching him lube his ass and sliding his toy in made her hold her breath. It was clear he enjoyed doing it. He stroked the toy in and out of his hungry ass. His cock growing she tried to write but watching his hunger build was to much. Dropping her note book she greadily pressed her toy against her clit. He stroked his cock with one hand and thrust the toy in and out of his ass with the other. Her next orgasm came in a flash. She did not want him to stop, they needed more. She wanted more, it all felt to good to stop.

She asked him, no told him to come but he had something in mind and she loved his dirty mind. His hard cock was burried in her very wet and swollen pussy. His toy was burried in his cute tight ass. His growls let her know he was close and they came together. It was glorious and dirty and perfect.

He left to clean up and she should of been done but as she replayed it in her head she found herself cranking up her vibe one last time. Soon he was there watching her. There was not hard climax but an intense build up that made her entire body arch. the edge was reached and she spilt over the top in one soft roll.

This was it. That perfect moment when everything had met. When her naughty side and her writing and his naughty side had all meet. They had colided in perfect unison and she was riding on a pink fluffy cloud of sexual contentment. She had never been so happy to know that he loved her so much as to share all of his desires with her. To not only be her partner in life but to become her sexual match.

As requested she posted to her blog. Her fingers knew there were misspelled words but she did not care. Not this time. Because it was not about the perfection of the spelling but it was about sharing this perfect love she shared with her King, and a test of her obediance to her Master. She could not wait for him to read it and hoped that he was pleased with his pet/ his queen.

 

 

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