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The bedroom was quiet as Caitlynn stepped inside. Her shoes clicked on the floor. Of all the places to put a bedroom, why did they picked the only one with concrete flooring?
Two queen sized beds sat in the middle of the room, a huge mysterious lump under the covers of one closer to the door. Soft breathing could heard from the mysterious lump, though the covers didn't move.
A smile was formed from her bottom teeth as she got nearer to the side of the bed. Once she made it to the bed, she started climbing under the covers.
However, since her weight dipped in the bed, it caused the mysterious lump to wake up. It rolled over and revealed itself to be none other than her husband Dictatorer, staring at Caitlynn tiredly. Probably judging her.
"Hey, honeybee," she greeted, her voice soft. He grunted in response. She rolled her eyes as she lifted the covers again. However, Dictactorer held her waist in place to keep her kneeling.
"Hungry, aren't you?," she teased, reaching for the buttons of her tailcoat to unfasten them.
"You decided to come into my bed. So, I'll make you cum for me," he quipped, sitting up properly now.
She pulled off the tailcoat, going onto the black leather corset she wore over her dress shirt. He caught both her hands in his before she could get a chance to take it off.
"Don't. You look good in that," he commanded, raising her hands above her head.
Caitlynn was more focused on the conpliment part of that sentence though. She smiled smugly at him.
"Why, thank you honeyb- AH!," she was about to praise before Dictatorer pulled both her pants and undergarments down.
"Eager tonight?," she asked. He didn't even acknowledge her. He threw the clothes onto the floor while staring at the pussy in front of him.
She was wet for him already. Perfect.
He went into the drawer in the nightstand first, grabbing some black rope in a hank. He unhanked it before tying it around her wrists, gently tugging it a bit to make sure it didn't untie itself accidentally.
"Is that comfortable?"
"Awwww, worried about little ol' me?"
Her legs were rubbing together, searching for friction. Oh boy was he gonna give her that.
"You should be worrying about yourself for what I'm gonna do to you."
Dictatorer's hands separated her legs quickly, making the woman below him yelp in surprise. Pulling towards her, he took her legs and wrapped them around his head.
His tongue delve into her vagina, pushing in and out as she moaned, practically melting at the sensation. His hands tightened around her thighs.
He started slow, but quickly became faster. Those moans of hers were not helping, and God did she know that. She was so delicious. The perfect combination of salty and sweet.
Drool formed on her teeth, dripping onto the bed. All she could focus on was that skilled tongue of his and those hands grasping her thighs so nicely.
Soon enough, his tongue went up to her clit and-
"Ahhh~!," she practically yelled, throwing her head back in pleasure.
A thousand words could not describe the pure bliss she was feeling in this moment. She started to pant intensely, her shirt too hot in this moment.
"Oh, Abelon!," yelled she, arching her back. Her legs tightened around his head, which he seemed to enjoy much more than she thought he would.
He started sucking hard and fast on her clit, making her squirm. However, his hands moved to her hips and pinned them to the bed.
Her moans got louder and louder as the sucking went on. But he stopped.
She wasn't disappointed though, because she knew what that meant. She felt him straddle her hips as Dictatorer put his hand near her mouth.
"Lick," he demanded, his other hand now on her chest.
She obeyed. Her large tongue wrapping around his hand and licking it, coating it in saliva.
"Such a good girl for me. Using your tongue so nicely. Amazing," he praised her, massaging her breast as well as he could through the corset.
This was her favourite part by far. Dictatorer never usually complimented or praised people, but in moments like these, his words were like carnations in a vase.
It always left butterflies in her stomach afterwards, even until tomorrow morning sometimes.
He grabbed her tongue, earning a surprised noise from her. That hasn't happened before...
He leaned forward and opened the slit that contained his mouth, putting her tongue in his mouth. Pushing it all in seemed like no trouble for him, no matter how slow he was doing it.
Amazement filled her eyes as she witnessed it. She didn't even notice his hand was moving downwards towards her pussy until his finger was thrusting inside her.
"Mmmh~!"
Her corset and the rope against her wrists were getting uncomfortable now, rubbing against her skin.
The finger in her vagina thrusted harder a few more times, before the man pulled out... to add another finger. Her chest stuttered in its pattern of breath. It was just heavenly and she was melting again.
The fingers scissored her insides and she moaned in her husband's mouth, feeling herself getting closer to a climax. Dictatorer felt that moan, then decided to start humming and curling his fing-
Oh that feels good~!
She bucked her hips forward, seeking for friction from his fingers to give herself more.
More more more more more more more more more more!
Her body spasmed as she cummed, gutturally moaning into the other's mouth. Mismatched eyes rolled back to the point where they would hurt on an actual head.
Her husband finally decided to pull off her tongue, freeing her to make whatever noises she wanted to now.
"You look so beautiful," he admired, taking in every detail of her. She was absolutely ruined, shirt skewed, panting heavy, and her legs closed together tightly.
He forcefully opened them again, seeing her pussy glistening in the moonlight. Her inner thighs were coated in cum as well. Lowering his head, he started licking up her thigh, earning a few soft moans and begs from Caitlynn.
"Still begging for more even after you've cummed for me? It's a bit greedy, don't you think?," he lifted his head up to play with her. He didn't get a response, just a lovestruck stare from her and a dorky smile.
"Might as well do this while I'm at it," he joked, mocking dejection.
His head ducked into her legs again, licking up all the cum he could get from her. Delicious. Her legs closed around his head, too weak to wrap around it. He pulled his head up, pushing her thighs out of the way.
"Careful now, or I might just start fucking you again."
"Is that a threat or an offer?"
He rolled his eyes at that before he finished cleaning all of her liquids with his tongue. He wiped his mouth with the back of his glove, before sealing it again for future.
Caitlynn watched, chest visibly rising and falling again at a quicker pace. She looked utterly pathetic. He moved up, straddling her hips again with those wooden doll legs of his.
He unfastened the corset slowly, attempting to derive more pleasured moans from her. He pushed it off and those breasts of hers were finally free. It was just her dress shirt left. He reached for the top button of the dress shirt.
"Aren't you forgetting something?," she said, signalling upwards. Her hands were still tightly bound together by the rope.
He stared at them for a moment, before ignoring them and massaging her breasts. There were no surprised yelps this time, just a noise of annoyance.
"C'mon! You're just gonna leave me like this?!," she exasperatingly said.
"Yes," he answered, quicker than she expected. "You're stunning when you try to escape from your bindings."
She blushed, taken a bit aback by what he said. She closed her jaws around her eyes, completely plunging them into darkness. The hands left her body for a moment, before she felt them on her wrists.
Caitlynn's jaws opened as she looked up to the hands unbinding her. However, something in front of her caught her attention.
Dictatorer's robe was fully opened, but still on his body. It revealed his waist, which was that of a wooden doll not unlike his legs. Scattered around his waist were many blue spots.
He was still busy untying the rope, so he wouldn't have as fast of a reaction time as he normally would. She pulled her legs from under Dictactorer, putting her feet flat on the mattress.
As soon as he had finished untying the rope, Caitlynn wrapped her legs around his waist and brought him down. His head hit her cleavage, and she kept him there with her arms. She felt him physically stiffen.
She chuckled to herself. "Over 10 years and you're still nervous about my boobs?," she teased. "Little boy."
"Sh-shut up!," he said, but his words had no real bite to them. His hands fell onto her hips, rubbing circles into them.
Tranquility filled the room. Nothing disturbed it.
...
...
"You want a blowjob?"
"Go to sleep."
"Alright. I was just asking!"
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