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MexicoBefore Ms. Erotica knows it, she and MK are in Mexico, a small town south of Ensenada. Off season and off the beaten path, it feels like they have the humble resort to themselves. Their room opens to a balcony overlooking the ocean and a long sandy beach where they’ve just returned from a leisurely walk; just them, the waves and a plethora of shells that she delights in picking up and showing him.“This is amazing MK, I’m learning to not doubt you when you come up with suggestions that at first seem a bit much to me, this is glorious.” Every few steps they stop to take in the overflowing beauty of successive shared moments, the most beautiful element of it all being Ms. E.After a full day enjoying a banquet of Mexican delights, they return to their room and dress for dinner. The evening is warm enough to where Ms. E can wear a dress and MK, a light shirt. She emerges from the bathroom, stunning in a long white linen gown, two sides criss-crossed over her chest like a robe, held together by a slender belt at her waist. The design cuts low enough across her chest to reveal a seductive hollow between her breasts. Below the belt, her gown parts to offer glimpses of her toned, glistening thigh. Red heels finish off the outfit.“Wow! You are magnificent my dear.” He approaches and kisses the back of her hand. “Simply magnificent.”“I have a surprise for you.” A coquettish smile spreads across her face. She parts her dress below her belt. A bright red thong matching the color of her shoes packages her pussy. “Would you like to take this off for me please?”He kneels before her and ever so slowly slides the red lace garment over her delicious thighs. He leans forward to gather the scent of her and kisses the hood above Fatih escort her clitoris before taking her panty all the way off.“Just me and this dress,” she says. “Nothing on underneath, all for you MK.”“Thank you my love, I cherish the thought.” He tastes her panties before placing them on the dresser. “Let’s go eat otherwise I might try and keep you here so I can eat you all night.”“Promises, promises,” she smiles.He pauses to consider his options, runs his tongue along the bottom of his mustache tasting her essence that lingers on his lips and says, “I will save you for dessert.”They sit at a table atop an elevated patio. What little chill emerges from the evening air is countered by a fire burning in a pit close to her chair. The sun sets before them. Its colors radiate off of her ebullient cheeks. Red and golden tones dance with her smile.He feeds Ms. E fresh lobster dripping with butter, occasionally kissing what remains off her bottom lip. She straightens her legs and moves her chair closer to him. Her white dress parts all the way up her thighs. Her pussy is barely covered. She watches his eyes work their way up the path of her sculpted brown legs. “Go ahead, MK,” she says, “touch me.”His hand touches all of her it can. It follows the length of her exposed thighs and then extends the part in her gown ever so slightly to reveal her naked pussy. His beloved Ms. Erotica is wet. His fingers ply open her delicate lips. She feeds him the last piece of lobster on her plate, playfully rubbing it around his mouth, letting him taste it then pulling it back out. “Little bites,” she says. He does just that, savoring every last morsel before it disappears between his lips. Below the table Fındıkzade escort bayan she feels his finger disappear between hers.A waiter clears their dishes and asks if they’re interested in dessert. “No, thank you,” he says, “We have some waiting upstairs.”He leads her by the hand back to their room. “Now it’s my turn. I have some surprises for you,” he says.“Oooh, and what might that be?”“I can’t wait to show you. Trust me. You’re still curious, correct?”“Very.”They enter the room. It’s dark. She goes to turn on a light.“Don’t.” he says and grabs her hand.“Come,” he says, his tone different, more assertive than she’s previously heard. “Remember, trust me.”She follows his instructions and walks toward the king size bed. He removes a leather satchel from his suitcase and lifts a sharp knife from within. He grabs the light belt that holds her gown together and cuts it with the knife. The belt falls harmlessly away. Her dress parts, leaving the front of her body uncovered.“Close your eyes, Ms. E.” She complies. He returns the knife to its proper place and pulls out a black, silk scarf which he ties around her closed eyes. For what seems like an eternity to her, MK does nothing. They both stand perfectly still.She hears motion behind her. She feels a hand lift her parted dress first over her left shoulder and then over her right. It slides down the length of her torso and gathers at her feet. Footsteps circle around her. She swears she can feel his eyes devouring her body. She has never felt so naked.My’Kuyah pauses in front on her. She feels the warmth of his breath close to her right breast, then her left. Chill bumps form around her nipples. They grow rock hard. He Escort Gaziosmanpaşa bites each one and then she hears him walk away.He’s rustling through the satchel. He returns and places a collar around her neck, what feels like leather, and she hears a lock snap shut over her throat. A cold metal chain dangles down between her breasts. She’s tugged forward by the chain, led to edge of the bed where she is turned around and pushed back. She falls into a pile of pillows. He kisses her gently, sweetly, kisses her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her lips, all the while tenderly caressing her face and head.He spreads her arms out to each side and applies restraints to her wrists. The restraints are attached to bed posts at either end of the head of the bed. He does the same with her legs, clasps secured around each ankle, legs separated, chains attached to bed posts.She lays still. Her breathing increases. She takes deep breaths to calm herself. “Trust him,” she says to herself, “trust this man.”More silence, more stillness. She feels something on her skin. She can’t tell what it is. He’s running something along the insides of her thighs. It feels cold, maybe sharp, she can’t quite tell. He holds a dull butter knife against abdomen, ice cold from being in the freezer. He runs it from her thighs to her breasts. It follows her curves and circles around her erect nipples. He gently moves its dull blade up the side of each nipple. “OMG,” Ms. E shouts to herself, “he can’t be touching me with that big ass sharp knife! Trust him, trust him.”Her heartbeat starts to race. She begins breathing hard again. He takes the knife away from her breasts and runs the blade along each side of her pussy. She gasps. He presses its flat side down across her vagina and leaves the butter knife there for a few seconds, maybe a full minute, she can’t tell before tossing it aside. She also can’t tell if it’s hot or cold, sharp or dull. Whatever it is, her pussy melts at its touch. She has never been this turned on. Whatever it is, she wants more.
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