Masturbation Monday #185 — Taste

Sabrina felt heavy in the bed.

It was a combination of jet lag and just not wanting to get out of bed. Harry walked over to the side of the bed, already dressed and redolent of soap and water. He did not wear cologne, but his freshly showered scent was aphrodisiacal. She reached up to tug at his tie, and he smiled at her and swatted her hand away.

He knew what she wanted, and he knew he would pretend not to want to give it to her.

She pulled the sheets off of her—she was not going to play fair. Harry surveyed her, as she stretched with the morning. She ran her hands over her breasts, then let her fingers linger over her already hard nipples.

“You are such a wanton,” he said, kneeling on the bed.

He did not take off his suit, and she tugged at his tie.

Harder.

He flipped her onto her back, and spanked her wiggling bottom. She was so wet, she wondered if it splashed on him when he struck her. But she stilled, when she heard him unbuckle his belt, and unzip his trousers. Sabrina stayed still as he grabbed her hips, and pulled her close to his thighs. She felt even heavier and more gravitated to the bed, as he raised her hips.

Waiting for the sweetness of his impact, she started to wriggle—he spanked her.

“You are going to get it the way that I want to, all that should matter to you is that you are going to get it.

And she did. She bit the inside of her mouth, and gripped the sheets as he moved in and out of her. Slowly. She moved as slow as he did, not a bit faster because she wanted what he wanted her to experience. He increased his tempo slowly, incrementally, and she moved the same way that he did. It felt so good, she was afraid that she was going to explode. Harry caressed her ass while he fucked her, to keep his tempo in case she was not obedient enough.

She was, she was making him late for work and she was going to make it worth his while.

It felt so good, that her orgasm was off tempo—she had one but not the kind she was expecting. It still had felt so good she looked up at him dazed, as he zipped up his pants, and buckled his pants. He dipped his finger inside her, and then let her taste it. The taste of them. She tasted them slowly on his finger, before he kissed her and she pressed her naked from to his clothed one. The feeling of his pants, rubbing against her made her explode.

The orgasm she had been expecting…

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