it started with a kiss
It all started…with a kiss. I crawled up the sofa on my hands and knees and requested a kiss, but I got more than I intended – his hand was in my knickers aiming straight for my clit. That first stroke of my clit, top to bottom, making my legs shudder. We kiss as he makes a common assault to my clit with his fingers, making me groan into his mouth… “That’s it, there’s my girl.” A short while later I hear that familiar growl: “Do you want to cum for your Master? Show me who you are.” “Yours...