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A Big Dick for Babydoll

Erotic fiction inspired by Natasha M and Lara A in “My Dominator

Natasha felt uncomfortable asking an open-ended question she didn’t know the answer to. But Lara’s distance left her with no choice. 

“What is with you right now?” she said. 

Met with silence, Natasha filled in the blanks in her head. She wants space, an open relationship, maybe, or some bullshit like that.

Finally, Lara replied. “I want a big cock.”

“What?” said Natasha. “You’re kidding me?”

“Natasha, would you let me finish?” said Lara. “Not a real cock. A strap-on… I want to fuck you with it.”

“Huh? That’s what’s bugging you? Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Lara leaned over and gave Natasha a kiss on the cheek. “It’s just that I have this vision. It’s a little kinky. And I don’t want you to feel manipulated.”

“Oh, honey, I’ll be your babydoll,” said Natasha, palming Lara on the cheeks and planting a wet kiss on her lips. 

Natasha was regretting her enthusiastic response as she combed through Lara’s goody bag of items to change into. There was no doubt that Lara had pushed Natasha’s boundaries before. The pink highlights in her blonde hair were Lara’s doing. Natasha got kind of judgmental the first time she realized Lara had a tattoo of a flock of birds migrating down her chest. Of course, it didn’t stop her from feasting on her nipples. 

Before she met Lara, Natasha thought vibrators were kinky. The term was being redefined for her some more as she went through the goody bag, starting with a fishnet bodysuit. 

“Crotchless?” said Natasha. “You little tramp.”

Each item she pulled out added to a jumble of anxiety and excitement. A blindfold, a ball gag, leather handcuffs with matching ankle cuffs. Natasha was relieved to get to the last accessory in the bag, until she discovered a collar with a leash. 

Natasha put everything on and nervously stumbled out of the bedroom.

“Over here,” said Lara softly. 

Natasha followed her cuffed hands towards Lara’s voice. She wanted to speak but the reflex from the ball gag pushed the spit out of her mouth, which was gathering around her neck at the collar.

Lara surveyed Natasha with pride, holding a sizable cock strapped over her crotch. She had nothing else on except a simple navy-blue bra. Her brown hair was pulled back into a cute ponytail. 

Having a blindfold on accentuated even the softest whisper for Natasha. “Damn, you are my babydoll,” said Lara.

Natasha was detecting another sound in the room. It was a whooshing noise that started soft but got louder as she approached Lara. When she was at arm’s length, she felt a sharp pain on her fishnet-clad bottom. Leather straps, maybe? 

“Hmmmmmfff,” she protested.

The next flog was gentler, almost pleasurable compared to the first. Lara helped Natasha to her knees by pulling down on the leash. Natasha lifted her hands up and found Lara’s cock. She started to jerk it with her bound hands. 

“That’s it, baby,” said Lara.

After a moment Lara pulled away impatiently and Natasha could hear the creak in the chair as she sat down and dragged Natasha closer. She pulled the ball gag out of Natasha’s mouth. 

“Time to suck my cock,” said Lara. 

Natasha leaned down with her outstretched tongue, pinpointing Lara’s cock with surprising precision. She licked slowly over the head before bobbing down the cock. Lara couldn’t feel the sucking, but there was an intensity to Natasha’s grip around the dildo. Lara saw her desire to please, which was more powerful than the twitch of her tongue.

“Oh, yes baby,” said Lara. 

Lara’s excitement was the encouragement Natasha needed. She sucked the cock like she was expecting a mouthful of cum. By the time Lara’s cock was slick enough to fuck her, Natasha was also soaking with anticipation. 

Lara removed Natasha’s ankle cuffs, which freed her to open her legs wider as she bent over the couch. Lara got behind her and slowly pushed her dick between Natasha’s stretched pussy lips. 

Lara felt exhilarated by the power of thrusting her thighs into the soft cushion of Natasha’s gorgeous ass. Lara grabbed and slapped her fishnet-wrapped cheeks, fucking her with enthusiasm. The leash made the fucking more forceful. Natasha moaned with each slapping thrust. 

If felt like the cock was throbbing inside her. 

The zigs and zags of Natasha’s bodysuit looked like they were sketched onto her beautifully curved body. Lara thought she looked like a work of art, as her hips rocked against her lover.

Lara turned Natasha onto her back on the couch and opened her legs to fuck her missionary style as she fondled her tits. After a while, they went back to the chair for reverse cowgirl. Lara braced her hands under Natasha’s breasts, giving her more balance to move up and down on the upright cock. 

Lara knew how she wanted to finish. She got Natasha back on the couch and came in from behind, pumping Natasha as long as she needed until she came hard.

She pulled out, feeling a strange urge to cum all over her hot girlfriend’s ass. 

She gave Natasha a minute or two before taking the blindfold off. As they were making out Natasha grabbed the big cock, which was slick from her juices. 

“Ok, my turn,” said Natasha.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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Dominica's Kinky Candle Party

Erotic fiction inspired by Dominica in “Infatuation 2

When I invited my oldest friend over for a drink last week, I didn’t think anything would happen. After all, why would it? She’s beautiful and a few years older than me, and while I know she has far more experience than I do, I didn’t think she’d ever use it on me.

Before she came over, I set up candles in my dining room and opened a bottle of wine. It was a gift from a wealthy friend, so I was pretty sure it was going to be delicious. Little did I know that the candles would play as big a role in our evening’s fun.

As we sat talking, my friend told me of her recent exploits. Somehow she manages to date more men than I ever could, and as she spoke of her experiences, I found myself licking my full lips without even realizing it. The more she talked and the more wine I drank, the more excited I became, until I was sure she must be aware of my aroused state.

After what felt like hours, she finally looked me in the eyes, then let her gaze wander over my body as if she were undressing me. I was only wearing a short leather skirt and a sexy little top, and under her gaze, I felt practically naked. When she told me to move to the chair, I was so wet I didn’t know what to do with myself. At first, I hesitated, unsure if I understood what she wanted me to do. But after she made it clear, I got up, my body trembling as I made my way to the chair.

Before I could do anything else, she was behind me, touching my hair and telling me how pretty I looked. She caressed my shoulders and leaned in close before reaching around and placing a leather blindfold over my eyes. Suddenly I couldn’t see anything at all!

As I sat there shivering with nervous excitement, she told me to remove my top. I still couldn’t believe it was happening, and I felt so vulnerable as I slowly peeled it off, revealing my small breasts to the most gorgeous woman I knew. My long blonde hair barely covered them; I’ve never felt so exposed in my entire life.

Sitting there, shaking like it was my first sexual encounter, I felt her approach me again. I could sense her body next to mine, but even then I didn’t realize what she was going to do. As I sat back, tilting my head up, I felt it for the first time: the hot wax dripped from the candle onto my pert breasts, splashing my nipples. The heat was exhilarating and I nearly screamed out at the sensation.

Trembling with excitement, I almost didn’t hear her when she told me to touch myself. Part of me wanted to run, but I took a deep breath and then slowly lifted my tiny skirt. I hadn’t even bothered to put on panties that morning; the thought that my best friend was looking at the smooth, wet lips of my pussy blew my mind.

As she watched, I licked my fingers and then slid them down my body and in between my thighs. When I slipped them inside my pussy, I thought I might cum right then and there. Between the heat of the wax and warmth of her gaze, I was on fire, and I began to rub my swollen pussy for all I was worth.

It felt like hours that I sat there touching myself, unable to see, but feeling her eyes on me. At one point, she told me to lose all of my clothes, and this time I didn’t hesitate as I pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. Lying back, completely naked now, my smooth skin was covered only in hot wax.

I began to touch myself once more. Being watched was exciting, but I needed something to push me over the edge. As I lifted my legs, exposing my shaved pussy and asshole to her gaze, I was practically begging her for it. And when she finally titled the candle over one last time and dripped that hot wax all over me, I started to climax.

I couldn’t hold back as I lay on the chair, my legs open wide and my fingers buried within my pussy. Crying out, I felt my orgasm begin, and there was no holding back. With my friend watching, my naked body hot and sweaty, and my pussy throbbing, I came so loudly I thought I might die of embarrassment.

But the entire time I came, in fact, the whole time I lay touching myself, my oldest friend watched and whispered words of encouragement. With her wine glass in hand, she told me to orgasm for her, and I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.

So, when she suggested that next week she return, this time with a handsome male friend, all I could do was nod.

And make sure I stocked up on candles.

 

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Sacred Orgasms

Erotic fiction inspired by Adel Morel, Alice Shea and Michelle H in “Playing Footsies 2

No topic had Adel lost in thought more than the mystery of the orgasm. She was wondering if the rush of an orgasm – similar to the speed of light – actually slowed down time, when she was interrupted by a kick in the shin.

“Earth to Adel,” said Alice.

“It’s time for the wine,” said Michelle. “Scoot, scoot.”

Michelle and Alice were Adel’s back pew friends. The had become close over time, sitting within earshot of each other during prayers. In whispers, they learned they had common confessions, ranging from envy of earthly pleasures like high heels to lusting for kinky indulgences.

Coffee hour always made them restless and bored. “We’re in these cute little dresses,” said Alice. “We can’t just go home.”

Michelle had one more day housesitting for a wealthy couple, and she figured her friends could help her make the most of the high life. She still hadn’t seen half the rooms in the place, but she knew where to find the stereo, streaming her favorite jazz throughout the house.

“You have to see the master suite,” said Michelle.

Their heels echoed as they walked up the marble staircase into a large bedroom. There was a tall table under the TV that could have served as an altar. It was sturdy enough for all of them to sit on. Michelle took her heels off and put on some fishnet socks.

“The missus has some crazy shit in her drawers,” she said. “And she buys everything in bulk!”

Michelle had matching pairs of socks for her girlfriends. Alice took off her shoes and put them on and Adel followed suit. They sat in silence with their fishnets entangled in a game of footsies.

“Who’s going first?” asked Michelle.

“First?” said Adel.

Michelle and Alice laughed at her. “You’re it!” said Alice.

Michelle and Alice got off the table and sprawled out on the bed looking like they were getting ready to watch a show.

“What?” said Adel.

“You’re always telling us that in a holy place we should be naked and without shame,” said Alice.

 “And cumming,” said Michelle.

“So show us!” said Alice.

Adel smiled and let the tension fall out from underneath her shoulders. It made her feel good to be among like-minded friends. Their sinful stares sent a tingling sensation pulsing through her veins, which she tried to follow with open palms that she moved over her body.

Adel lifted her short red dress over her head as she watched her friends’ hands disappear under their dresses.

Adel was beautiful. Her brown hair fell lazily around her elegant face. She was graceful, with a style that harkened back to more traditional times. Her lace bra and panties were see-through over the sensitive pink parts – those rock-hard nipples and her plump pussy. She stretched out her long legs and gave herself a foot rub through the fishnet socks.

“Come on, baby,” said Michelle.

Adel lay back slowly – the table was cold against her shoulders – and slipped off her underwear. She spread her legs wide, showing Michelle and Alice her bush-barren pussy. She wasted no time showing off her glittering nails, which shimmered as she strummed over her wet folds.

“Fuck,” said Adel, clasping at her neck and sucking on a finger.

Alice and Michelle kept their dresses on but they were touching themselves at the same pace through their underwear. It was a mystical experience for Adel. She felt as if their hands were touching her. The sensation of millions of fingers made her feet tense up. The tingling went all the way up her spine and down to her hands.

When she came, Adel swore her soul became material. But whenever she tried to embrace it, it seemed to flee from her. There was no containing it. The only thing she could do was bring it back.

Adel took off her bra, proudly displaying her perky little breasts. She sat up on the edge of the table, lifting up her ass so she could massage it with the dense part of her palm as she masturbated. She wanted to go deeper, loosening her pussy with a finger until… time stopped again. Her soul remerged and enwrapped her.

It took a little while to recover. Her friends were still dressed and slowly playing with themselves.

“Who’s next?” said Adel.

We’re not long to the world. Treat every orgasm like it could be your last.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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The importance of kinky sex

About the author: Allison Leigh is a pornographer, producer, polyamorist, and professional kinkster. When sexuality is business, business is fun! 

Voyeurism. Bondage. Cuckolding. Feet. Almost everyone has some kind of kink in their sexual wiring. But where do these predilections come from? And how important are they in the grand schematic of our relationships and sex lives? What happens when you ignore your kinks?

While we can’t place a finger on exactly what creates a fetish or kink, evidence points to these feelings stemming from moments in our formative youth that “crystallize” as part of our identities. This means that we’re likely forming our ideas about sex long before sex itself ever comes into play in our lives.

According to a 2016 survey of over 2000 people in the UK, roughly 75 percent of people have a kinky interest. The importance we place on our kinks varies, of course, depending on how much of a role sex plays in our lives. Some kinks may be a soft interest, easy to brush off. Others, however, can become inextricably linked with our sex drive – sometimes so intensely that they become fetishes that our sex life feels incomplete without. Of course, one can have too much of a good thing; but medical science doesn’t consider paraphilia a problem to be dealt with unless these predilections harm others, or are so strong that they are detrimental to a person’s day-to-day life.

Although sometimes these “unusual” drives can become fixations, for most people sexual fulfilment is important to our relationships and our mental wellbeing. Sexual satisfaction has been repeatedly found to greatly impact people’s quality of life. Though it is unclear if the relationship is causative or corollary (or a combination of the two), people who report high sexual satisfaction also report higher satisfaction in their romantic relationships. What better reason is there to get busy?

Our sex drive is a physiological function that co-evolved to meet our psychological needs for security, self-esteem, and connection, and our kinks are a part of that drive. While sex isn’t a need in and of itself (no one dies from lack of sex, no matter what your high school boyfriend tried to tell you) it leads us to feel connected and secure with our partners, increases oxytocin and serotonin levels and decreases testosterone and prefrontal cortex activity. Moreover, people in consensual BDSM relationships were found to have lower levels of the stress hormone cortisol and also reported greater feelings of relationship closeness and intimacy after their sexual play. In short, having a sex life that we’re happy with makes us happy – and happy people live longer, healthier lives.

The fulfilment of your sex drive is intimately linked to your psychological wellbeing, which is fundamentally linked to your physical wellbeing. This means that, if you look at it the right way, fulfilling your kinks is just as important to your mental health as say, hugging your family or petting your dog. Take time to share your interests with your partner, watch an erotic video, or read a sexy story. Of course no one is obligated to share your kinks with you, but exploring them – on your own or with a partner – is a task essential to your quality of life.

This post first appeared on MyErotica.com

 

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Borresen, K. (2018, July 26). The Difference Between A Fetish And Kink, According To Sex Experts. https://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/entry/difference-between-fetish-and-kink_us_5b58a59ae4b0b15aba94749b

Emery, L. R. (2018, April 25). This Is The Most Popular Fetish In The UK. https://www.bustle.com/articles/190171-how-many-people-have-a-sexual-fetish-its-more-common-than-you-think-but-its-still

Flynn, K. E., Lin, L., Bruner, D. W., Cyranowski, J. M., Hahn, E. A., Jeffery, D. D., Reese, J.B., Reeve, B.B., Shelby, R.A., Weinfurt, K. P. (2016, November). Sexual Satisfaction and the Importance of Sexual Health to Quality of Life Throughout the Life Course of US Adults. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5075511/

Gray, E. (2017, December 07). Is This Type Of Sex Pathological? https://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/03/sexual-fetishes-dsm-v_n_3008421.html

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Punish Me Again

Erotic fiction inspired by Lee Anne in “Spank 2

Is it really a punishment if the person being spanked enjoys it as much as the one disciplining them? How about if it’s… the same person? When Lee Anne finds her forgotten riding crop, she knows she must have done something bad enough to merit chastisement, even if she can’t quite recall what it was.

Tapping the leather crop against her palm stings just enough to give her a horny thrill. Without hesitation, she obeys the impulse to smack it against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh – where it hurts much more, and gives her much more pleasure, too. Her pussy is throbbing insistently, demanding attention, and she grinds the end of the crop against her panty crotch, feeding her excitement.

A pinch to each of her nipples as she undresses sends sparks of arousal darting to her core, and now she can’t resist fulfilling the urge that’s been calling to her all along, undeniable in its erotic power. On her knees, she spanks her ass cheeks full force, feeling the flesh redden and burn, heat flaring through her.

The sound of each slap turns her on as much as the sensation of mingled pleasure and pain, until with an urgency she can’t contain, she tosses the crop aside and rubs her drenched slot, fingers plunging deeper and deeper. Her pussy needs punishment, and she spanks it harshly, triggering an orgasm that she intensifies with her rapid fingering, prolonging the shivers until she’s utterly satiated. But somehow, she knows it won’t be long before she needs to be disciplined again…

 

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Working Up A Sweat

Erotic fiction inspired by Lady Dee in “Hot Iron 2

It takes work – and good genes – to achieve a physique as impressive as this. But that’s not why Dee spends so many hours at the gym. No, the cute brunette likes to work out because she enjoys the horny buzz it gives her. Energy and adrenaline flooding her body, she feels an orgasm is the perfect climax to every training session.

Usually Dee waits until she gets home before she gives in to the urge to touch herself. But this afternoon there’s nobody else in the weights room, and as she rubs her overheated crotch against the cool metal of one of the weight stack bars, it feels so good. Breathing heavily, she grinds on the pole, tweaking her nipples, thrusting a hand into her skintight gym shorts to feel how wet she’s getting. She glances around, checks there’s nobody to see, as she tugs the shorts down just far enough that she can feel the metal against her bare pussy, her clit throbbing as it makes contact with the cold, hard surface. She can’t stop now; craving more, she pulls her shorts right off and presses her fingers against her soaked slit, strumming her clit, shivering with arousal.

She grabs a bar and lies back on one of the weights benches, sliding her pussy up and down so her plump lips wrap around the bar, smearing it with her cream. Soon the shiny surface is streaked with wetness as her juicy pink folds mash against it. Desperate for penetration, she finds a short bar with a rounded end, and places it against the drenched entrance to her pussy. It slides in easily, the perfect size to fill her slippery groove, so smooth and hard.

She works the cock-substitute in and out with fast, fierce strokes, her fingers a blur on her clit, dimly aware through the haze of her horniness that she could get caught at any moment. Thighs flexing, abs tensing, she rocks up to meet each stroke as she fucks herself furiously, until like a dam bursting, her orgasm engulfs her. It’s only as the waves subside and she grabs her shorts to wipe the creamy residue off the bar that she remembers the CCTV camera in the corner…

 

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Sexual Release

Erotic fiction inspired by Elza A in “Stress Relieved 2

Elza has her own way of relieving stress. She finds that the tighter she’s bound, the more her mind can wander free. That’s why at the end of a long week, she’s hog-tied on the bed, a ball-gag in her mouth. Part of the game is to pretend she’s a captive, helpless, even though deep down she knows her lover has left her restrained loosely enough that she can escape if she wants to.

Struggling, she releases her wrists from their bonds, finding herself flooded with adrenaline and arousal. She unties her ankles, spreading her thighs apart at last, stretching and uncramping them. Her fingers slide into her slick pussy like a knife through butter. She thrusts them in and out rapidly, imagining she must hurry, before her captor returns and catches her in the act. Really, she should get away now, but she’s so unbearably horny she can’t even think about leaving before she makes herself cum.

Gasping with excitement as the intense sensations sweep through her body, she diddles her clit with the palm of one hand, as the fingers of the other plunge into her soaked slot. She turns onto her knees, picturing her jailer returning, too late for her to stop now. Would he pin her down on the bed, she wonders, and shove his hard cock into her from behind, pulling her hair as he power-fucks her, making her beg him to stop… making her beg him to never stop?

Her fingers move faster, deeper; and suddenly she’s cumming, her pussy shuddering around her fingers, sweet release jolting through her. She sighs, stretching out on the bed – and that’s when she hears the sound of the door opening…

 

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Wet Traveler

Erotic fiction inspired by Kate Fresh in “Wet Break 2

The road can be unforgiving to the horny traveler. Landscapes repeat themselves. The mind wanders. Sensitive skin swells and wets with anticipation. Yet the body has no recourse.

On Highway 1, Kate spots a shelter of hope. It’s a cute little restaurant that looks loved and cared for judging from the cute garden in front. The bathroom is tidy enough. It’s even got a bidet.

Kate secures the door. In her leather jacket and wet-look leggings, she’s dressed like a biker, but the heels give her away. Her bangs, bleached white-blonde, hang over her wanting eyes. Her breasts appear ready to burst out of her tank top corset if not for the pretty little bow hanging atop her chest.

All the dirty thoughts she’s conjured up on the road are rushing back. She longs for touch. She’ll take her own. Her hands wander over her breasts and down her body. Her faux leather pants are skintight and she pulls them up snug into her damp crotch. She pries her hand inside to feel how wet she is.

It’s a dreary day. The clouds outside are puffy and gray. One more collision of droplets and the clouds are going to burst.

She’ll beat them to it. A hard rain’s gonna fall.

Something’s been burning a hole in Kate’s jacket pocket. She pulls out a little black cock – travel size – and sucks it wet. She turns her gorgeous ass around and bends over to feel the vibrations over the stitches that cross through the soft spot between her legs. Her pants go down over her knees and the vibrator makes direct contact. When it finally penetrates her, she breaks her silence with a moan.

Kate takes a seat on the edge of the bidet and lifts her legs up, balancing herself as she slips the vibrator through her wet folds. She stuffs it inside herself and pulls up on it to send some good vibes her clit’s way. The vibrator is slick with her juices.

Kate feels something stirring inside her. She squats on the floor, resting her back against the wall. The vibrator hangs inside her for a moment but falls to the floor as she works her clit.

Her juices come out, at first in a dribble. They slowly trickle over her parched pussy lips.

What comes next is more like an explosion. It splatters her black heels with her dew drops. Her excitement peaks as her juices form a puddle on the floor.

She’s still not done.

As her orgasm cycles through, she squirts in rhythm with each exhale of pleasure.

Kate pulls up her pants and washes the vibrator off in the bidet. She exits the bathroom quietly. On her way out, she’s got a little feedback for the owners. It seems the bidet has sprung a leak.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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Happy Holidays from The Life Erotic!

Happy Holidays from all of us at The Life Erotic.

We hope Santa leaves you something sexy in your stocking, whether you've been naughty or nice - or even, like our gorgeous model Daiga, a little bit of both. 

Season's Greetings, and thanks for sharing so much naughty fun with us this year!

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Soaked Satisfaction

Erotic fiction inspired by Sofia Z in “Scheduled Time 2

Sofia looks so cute, so chilled out as she sits on a park bench reading her newspaper and scrolling through her phone. You’d never guess she’s just killing time before a date… with herself.  

Back home she sets the mood, lighting some candles, pulling up her top to expose her naked breasts, nipples already stiffening with anticipation. But the candles aren’t just to make her feel amorous; this innocent-looking babe hides a kinky secret. Taking one of the scarlet tapers, she tips it so the hot wax drips onto her bare thigh. It sends an immediate shiver of arousal through her, so compelling that she slides her hand into her lace panties to feel the sudden rush of wetness from her pussy.

Soon she’s naked except for her boots, one hand working busily between her spread thighs as the other holds the candle to her breasts, dripping wax over her tender flesh. Her clit swells and throbs, her breath coming in gasps of mingled pleasure and pain. She can’t hold back, grinding the butt of the candle against her slippery pink folds, fingers dancing over her lips. Eager for penetration, she blows out the candle and watches herself in the mirror as she pushes it inside her pussy, jamming it deep, fucking herself with quick strokes until her release comes gushing out to spray the mirror. She looks into her reflection’s eyes as she sucks her sweetness from the candle, her darkest desires satisfied… for now.  

 

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