Languages: England, French
Location: France
Interested In: Men
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She doesn't anticipate a long rush down the hall. The time is right. I give her one last chance to rise to her knees. I take the handbag and fold it carefully. Stealing a glance at my reflection in the mirror, she decides to rise to her knees. She isn't wearing a ribbon. I remove her ribbon and kiss her sensually. I don't let her blindfold slip. I walk behind her, taking away her fear of the light. In her trembling hand I hold a candle. One. The way the flame glides over a pale flesh is a depiction of my fear. She shudders and her delicate nerves are red. I hold it to my face. She swallows.
I spray the wine onto her white flesh. She lurches forward, away from me. Her hands on her skirt must be a painful thing. Wrapping my hands around her waist, pulling her to me, I kiss her deeply. One last time, with as much passion as I could muster, I deeply kiss her mouth. My two hands, pinning her arms to her back, bring her gently to me. She can feel my soft lips. I kiss her passionately, loving her with all my heart. I close my eyes for a moment. A moan escapes her lips. "God," she whispers, "Thank you." We stay like that until our arms are again hooked beneath our shoulders and our head is nudging the armrest. In the mirror I see her embracing a figure in a wide figure eight. "Those lovely firm breasts," she whispers, "they look so good. I could almost eat them myself." She winces. "They are very large," I say. "But can you squeeze them?" "I can't exactly, but it will feel so good..
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