Another night with Véronique (part 3)

(My parts 1 and 2; V’s parts 1 and 2)

So there she lay, legs spread wide, in her striped dress, her panties still on, thigh-highs still on, blindfolded, her hands tied behind her back. I tugged her panties off and felt her dripping pussy, smelled her dripping pussy, tasted her dripping pussy.

I rolled a condom on, and pulled her toward me by her ankles. I slid my cock into her, slowly, and grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand, and her wrists, with the other. I pulled her back, hard onto me, and fucked her, my balls slapping against her ass. Every so often, I would let go of her hair with my right hand and smack her ass (which was nicely red already from the earlier spanking) while I was pounding into her.

After a bit of this, I flipped her over on her back, and fucked her a little that way, and then walked around to the other edge of the bed to feed her my cock. She sucked my cock for a bit from that angle. I offered her some water. As she lay there, I poured water from a bottle into her mouth. Maybe a little more water than she was ready for. The water spilled out of her mouth, down her cheek. She laughed. “You fucker,” she said.

And then I sprung her, untying her, removing the blindfold.

“Your turn,” she said, and she blindfolded me, putting my hands in the restraints (over my head, though, not behind me). I lay back, and she began the long, slow tease. She licked my balls, my thighs, my shaft. She moved slowly, slowly, and finally, took my whole cock in her mouth. But not for long. Soon, she brought her pussy up to my face and slowly lowered it on my mouth. I licked, and lapped, and sucked at her clit, but I wasn’t in control, she was: she pressed down on me, she lifted up, she reached behind her to grab my cock while she was riding me, and then… then… she decided to inflict a little revenge.

“Are you thirsty?” she asked.

“Um, for you?”

She grabbed the bottle of water, and as she sat on my face, she poured water on the exposed part of my mouth.

I sputtered and gurgled. “You’re fucking waterboarding me with your pussy!” I said. We both were laughing.

Honestly, I don’t recall much of the rest of the evening, at least not in detail enough to write about it. There was a lot more fucking – including a remarkable simultaneous orgasm achieved while she was ridin me – a lot more sucking, a lot more licking, and a not insignificant period of time just talking.

Damn, this girl is fun.

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