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I have no idea how she’s going to explain this to her husband. The rope marks around her wrists and ankles would be difficult enough, but at least they’ll fade in a day or two. What I’m about to do to her wriggling form will last weeks.With one limb tethered to each of the bedposts, she tests the bonds that snap taut and slacken as she responds to the barest brushes of my fingertips across her body. The nipples I skim are pink and erect. Biteable. They perch atop soft mounds that both sport reddening handprints. When turned on, she likes it a little rough. Her sculpted shoulders are partially obscured by inky hair, tousled by her thrashing head.Goosebumps rise on her forearm beneath my fingers as I trace freckles before skimming her belly, then continue down to the wet curls between her thighs. Her sweet musk still dances across my tongue and nose. I bask in her essence as I take in her spread beauty, working my digits down her leg.Desire swamps common sense in the same way lust eclipsed guilt. Piper occupies almost exactly the space my wife did a short while earlier. Just one length of rope, two hours, and a whole world of wicked imagination separate the women. Remarkably similar in physical appearance, the real differences begin inside. My wife represents calm beauty inside and out. Piper is a delicious cyclone of pure filth wrapped in a summer’s day.I scratch a fingernail across her instep. It’s almost a shame she can’t see me. The folded chiffon strip of fabric keeps her from knowing what I’ll do next.The sheets rustle as I kneel up between her thighs and stroke one using the back of my fingertips first, then the pads. She moans and rolls her hips until I glide my hand to cup the springy triangle of dark hair at her centre. The dappled droplets of desire that cling around the entrance to her slit smear kaçak iddaa across my fingers before I dip them inside.The curtains pulled across the nearby open window dampen her long groan, though I expect anyone passing close enough might still wonder. I curl my fingers into her silky channel and withdraw. I have her close. Very close. The beg forms on her lips a heartbeat before the word follows.”Please…”I leave it a silent count of two before answering, to let her think I’m considering. She comes easily and often when I let her. When I make her. Today, I’ve so far denied her any release.”Not yet.”Slithering back off the bed, I pad naked from the room. I know every creak of the cupboards in the en suite and every clink of the bowls in the kitchen will pique her interest. Make her mind race. The clatter of ice into the jug will surely raise her anticipation but it’s the scent of sandalwood and rose that will greet her as I carry the steaming bowl to the bedside.Wringing out the soft washcloth in the scented water, I climb back between her thighs and cover her pussy with it. Leave it there to warm her as I prepare. Her hips sway against the sheets when she tests the unforgiving bonds once more, and I warn:”Keep still.”Squirting a palmful of cool gel, I fold the washcloth in half to reveal the right of her bush before massaging it into her. The strong scent lifts as the lather increases, white foam catching in her pubic hair, matting strands and curls that I twirl beneath my searching fingertips.I reach over the edge of the bed. Water drips back into the bowl as I shake, before placing the razor to the top of her mons. I pause a fraction just to tease her. Then execute one long, smooth stroke to carve a stripe through the downy thatch, cleanly exiting at her thigh.Excitement twists in my stomach as she gasps. kaçak bahis “God!”Returning the blade to the top of her mound, I drag south again, widening the bare strip. Rinse. Shake off. The water splishes. It’s the only other sound in the room besides her laboured breathing. A stray droplet lands in the foamy mess just before I broaden the path further.The razor contours into her cleft, a breath away from her clit as it glides downward, leaving smooth pink skin in its wake. My fingers stretch her flesh taut as I swish down her delicate folds, retracing my steps until no hint of roughness remains on this side.Letting go, I sit back to appraise my work. Her breathing remains uneven, her body tense as I take in her beautiful lips, slightly swollen from the friction. Water droplets roll, mingling with her now dripping desire.I swirl the razor slowly in the bowl, rock hard cock twitching as another wave of her arousal hits me. Blindfolded, she has no fucking clue how close I am to snapping and burying my face back into her wet snatch until she’s begging me to stop.Steeling myself, I take a deep breath. Focus.”Show me your ass.”Piper rolls her hips upward as far as the bonds allow. I start at her bottom, the razor slipping between her parted buttocks to remove any strands from her crease and around her knot. As the blade scrapes back up, I hear her whimper and take a moment to study the way she worries her lower lip, cheeks flushed with self-conscious desire.Plastic bites my fingers and I force myself to release the death grip on the razor. Fuck, all the things we’ve done and this makes her blush? I have to know.”Has he ever done this?” I don’t mean it to be unkind.Her voice is soft. Unsteady with arousal. “No. He’s never asked and I’ve never asked him to.”My eyes gleam possessively. Another thing that’s ours.Lifting illegal bahis the washcloth from her unshaven side, I use it to wipe any foam remnants from the freshly smooth half. I squirt more gel, taking a little longer to rub it in to the remaining curls than is strictly necessary. My thumb brushes her clit and she gasps again, her body arching towards me.The way she reacts to my touches keeps me hard, even though I haven’t touched myself since I started tormenting her. I’ve never been with a woman so responsive to my touch, which I admit is part of the turn on. My wedding ring glints in the low light as I splay the fingers of my left hand and pull her lips taut again. I stare at the gold band a moment as I ready the blade. It was a promise I meant at the time.She stills at the hard edge of the razor on skin, her moan matching the length of the next stroke down through her patch of hair. Again and again I swipe over her delicate skin, each emerging pinkened strip making me salivate.As I tuck the razor between her buttocks once more I slow, drawing out the torment and skimming it gently around her ring even once she’s completely smooth, just to make sure she feels everything. My thumb follows the line of her crease, slick with foam and arousal until I brush the knot of her ass and tease it.Skimming her dark entrance, I flit my fingertip side to side, up and down, then in concentric circles until I eventually zero on the tantalising little hole. I know I should resist, but my willpower dissolves with the foam beneath my finger. I have to hear her cuss.The tiniest wiggle against her tightness has my heart thumping. More as my fingernail disappears, worming deeper a millimetre at a time. Her star grips me with each strained breath and I forge inside on every exhalation, creeping until the second knuckle prepares to breach.Pausing, I massage inside with just the pad. Gauge her arousal by the sharpness of her breaths and rivulets of clear honey that seep from her snatch to split and roll either side of my digit.
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