The clatter of the dishes to be washed could be heard from the kitchen.
Grinning, Ben lit a cigarette, picked up the small crop and walked slowly towards the kitchen.
Leaning against the door frame, he watched his wife, whom he could see well from the side. The sight of her sent shivers of pleasure through his abdomen. His penis began to twitch: she was wearing a white latex mask, white latex stockings and white latex gloves. The black latex panties were open between the legs, he knew it, but couldn't see it because she kept her legs closed. Over it she wore a long, white, sleeveless t-shirt. When he tilted his head a little, he could see how thin wisps of saliva made their way between the slightly parted lips and the black ball of the gag.
He could hardly hear a fine whirring sound. He had to smile again. His heart began to beat faster - he could also feel it in his throat and penis.
That afternoon he had been to an Orion store and had taken advice from the saleswoman - he needed nipple clamps, he had said, they shouldn't hurt too much because his wife had to wear them for a while, and they should vibrate - that was him very important. The competent saleswoman had just the thing: two, roughly thumb-length, thumb-thick, pink clips attached to a small vibrator - perfect.
Katy couldn't help it, soft, pleasant sounds came out of her throat at regular intervals. She also had to constantly move her abdomen - there was no other way - a little forwards, a little backwards - pressing her thighs together. She could barely concentrate on the dishes she was washing. The feeling of being pressed against the nipples by these clamps and being tickled by high vibration drove her heartbeat.
Ben suddenly stood behind her. "How does my girl like the dishes?"
A pleasant coo came from her throat, she nodded her head. Again and again she bit lightly on the rubber ball that prevented every word she wanted to say.
She could feel her clitoris, swollen and throbbing with excitement, barely able to stand straight. Her entire abdomen was tormented at regular intervals with surges of desire. She knew that she would spread her legs, that her love juice would drip onto the floor, she was so excited. Her head, too, was in constant motion - like a horse that wanted to jump off, dash away, but still had to wait, being reined.
Unexpectedly, Ben's hand worked its way through her thighs, two or three fingers, she couldn't say for sure, bored up, disappeared into her hot, wet love channel.
“Oh yes”, the dark voice of her husband expressed his satisfaction, “my little, horny girl likes that. Not true?"
Gasping and snorting behind her gag, Katy nodded her head a few times and lifted her right leg a little to make it easier for him to do something in her vagina, perhaps to get him to penetrate deeper.
He withdrew from her abruptly.
She howled in agony.
Ben's crop whirred through the air, hit his wife's right Powange. His voice sounded calm and serene, “what a rude behavior. Did I allow you to take your legs apart? ”
She shook her head. More and more threads of saliva dripped from her chin.
"Did I allow you to stop washing up?" The whip patted the skin of her bottom again.
In the frenzy of her need, another, throaty, groaning hum came from her throat, reminiscent of the purring of a cat, but she shook her head quickly.
"Hold on to the edge of the pool with both hands, legs together and stretch your buttocks out for me," came her husband's instructions, which she followed immediately.
His fingers felt for the nipple clamps, wiggled them back and forth, patted them lightly.
She looked into his azure eyes - he smiled.
Katy screamed from behind her gag - her lust burned like fire between her legs.
Ben let his left hand slide alternately over the right, then over the left nipple - playing, scratching, twirling - back and forth. His eyes fixed hers, “you haven't listened enough. Am I right? ”
She nodded.
The right hand, holding the crop, reached out to land on her bottom with a clap.
She jerked her head back, closed her eyes, purred behind the gag.
He turned his face a little - could see the little red stain left by the little leather hand and smiled.
Still playing with the nipples, he slapped the whip on her bum again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
"Do you want to move your abdomen?" He asked her, looking into her green eyes.
A long, drawn out, "Yeah," came from behind the gag.
"Well then," he gave her free rein. "Show me how much you like this."
Blowing and puffing, in complete abandon, close to the frenzy, she moved her beautiful, plump, little buttocks - her legs still together.
Ben stood next to her bottom, put his left hand on her back, reached out, and hit it again.
The leather hit the skin of the buttocks again.
Katy already had the feeling that her butt was on fire. The skin felt hot - glowing - every time the leather slapped open, it gave a brief howl, threw its head on the back of the neck, and snorted. But it was so nice. So beautiful. So unspeakably beautiful.
Ben ran his left hand over the reddened skin, then put it back on his back and reached out again.
The vibrating nipple clamps bounced up and down. Katy started shaking so she could feel the clamps even better. Her shame glowed as well as the skin of her buttocks.
She howled her lust in the gag, could hardly stand it. Her clit seemed the size of a cherry. Her love juice literally flowed out of her, ran down her thighs.
With each new stroke of the whip, Ben whipped her more and more into that frenzy of lust.
With great satisfaction and just as much excitement, he took the last blow, firmer and coarser than the others before.
With a squeak, Katy pulled her bottom back a little.
He kissed the hot, red skin of the buttocks, put the switch on the table, and looked his wife in the eye again. "And now", he had to control himself not to make her happy here and now with his hard member - to make himself happy - because the first traces of his excitement were dripping, glittering, from the opening of his love lance, which he barely saw Made you think, "Finish washing up."
She howled in desperation.
Ben took her chin in his right hand, his left hand played again with her nipples, which had been forced to shake. His sonorous voice trembled, “How I would like to kiss you now, explore the inside of your mouth with my tongue. It's tragic that you're wearing the gag. Don't you think so? ”
Tormented, she wailed her grief into the small round obstruction that blocked her lips and began to wash the last plates.
She surreptitiously looked at her husband, who covered his impressive height of 1.85 in a black latex suit with leggings. His soulful hands were in black latex gloves. His bright blue eyes seemed even bluer behind the black latex mask. His stiff member twitched, dripped, and practically screamed to want to bury himself in her.
Ben pressed his left hand between the thighs of his 1.65 tall (small) wife, smiled at her, and withdrew again.
The black latex glove shone in her love juice. Slowly, very slowly, he took his hard member and began to please himself. “If you don't hurry up, my beauty,” he said in a husky voice, “it could be too late.”
Now concentrating on what was left of her, she finished washing up.
With a satisfied smile, Ben stopped masturbating. “What an obedient, good female I have,” he praised.
She clasped behind her gag and nodded her head slightly as a token of thanks.
Ben removed the gag, "get on your knees to say hello to him."
He didn't have to order that twice!
Katy was already on her knees before he had spoken. She licked the glans, bit it lightly, let the penis slide deep into her throat - out again, licked the balls, sucked each one into her mouth.
She whipped and pushed her own excitement even more.
He stroked her head, "It's good that way. That's my good girl. ”Ben used the crop as an extended arm, stroking her buttocks, back, and thighs with it - gently patting her, let it slap her skin over and over again.
Katy was getting mad at her blow job. She licked and licked, sucked, pulled and sucked as if she had the most delicious ice cream in front of her.
Shortly before his ab ******** he pushed her back. “Stay downstairs and come with me,” he ordered, barely able to speak himself.
On all fours, his hand on her head, she followed him as she walked into the playroom.
"On the bed," he commanded briefly, controlling himself so much that it caused him pain.
As elegant as a big cat, she lifted one leg after the other, one hand after the other, and skilfully climbed the black sheet of the large bed.
With two skillful movements, he freed her from the nipple clamps. "Put your bum towards me, my horny little animal," came the next order.
Almost burying her head in the vinyl sheet, she stretched her bottom in the air as high as she could.
"Good girl," praised Ben.
“Oh thank you, master”, said his wife in utter ecstasy, “I thank you. It is so beautiful. You are doing so great. It's so wonderful. "
With his hand he caressed her buttocks, and lightly clapped the still reddened skin," Well, that's nice when we both have such fun. Isn't it? ”
“ Oh yes. Yes, ”she breathed with loving enthusiasm.
With the words, "Then let's see how you like it," he attached the two, still buzzing, clamps on the left and right of the labia majora.
This time a whooping sigh reached his ears that made him moan too. “Do you want to feel me inside you?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh please! Yes! ", She begged, and began to draw circles with her buttocks.
"Really?", Katy heard his soft, deep voice.
“Please!” She affirmed, “please, master, I want to feel you. Penetrate me! You're welcome! Please ... **** me! ”
“ Uuuh ”, it came from Ben's mouth, his grin had grown wider. He knew that when she could barely take it anymore, she said, no, she then practically screamed: " **** me" - so she was close to orgasm.
Kneeling behind her, he positioned himself, holding her two buttocks, he penetrated her, very slowly, but as deeply as he could.
She paid homage to what he was doing, with a deep groan and a sharp cry of pleasure.
He had to control himself not to stab wildly.
Instead he pulled his throbbing, hard member back very slowly, then ... faster in ... slowly out ... quickly in ... quickly out.
Katy started panting.
Ben took one of the clamps off to hold them against her clit with his right hand.
She howled in utter delight.
His penis slid into her up to the stop, a brief palpation with both hands and he had placed the clamp exactly on her pearl of pleasure.
"I'm coming, oh Lord, Master, I'm coming!" She started to moan.
"Come on then!" He ordered in a dark, hoarse voice, "NOW!"
She screamed and screamed, dug her hands into the sheet, bobbed her head back and forth. Her body trembled, her abdomen trembled, and he felt her squeeze her vaginal muscles. She clutched his penis with it as if she would never let go of him again.
Now Ben had to force himself not to ******** into her - he didn't want that today. He thrust his member in hard, pulled it out, then reamed it back into her. Keeping telling yourself you're not coming, you're not coming
When he noticed that her body was slowly relaxing, he threw away the “clitoris clamp” and gave her the last command for the evening, “Come on, my pretty, turn around. I want to ******** in your face . "
As if stung by the tarantula, she whipped around her own axis once, took his love sting in her hands, and held out her face.
Shortly before Ben was ******** , he had to find out once again that she was masturbating almost better than he himself.
"Oh please, please", Katy begged and looked at him pleadingly, "spray me in the face , Master. I want to feel your hot ****** . "
She had hardly formed these words because ******* it was already out of him. Groaning deeply and groaning, he could see his penis twitch, and in two ... three ... four ... five shots his white, heated juice sprinkled her lips, eyes, nose and forehead.
Both took off their masks.
Ben took a deep breath, his wife's sweaty face in both hands. He kissed her passionately. Then he hugged her: “I love you, Katy. God, I love you so much. "
As if a pressure relief valve had opened her floodgates, tears ran from her eyes and down her cheeks," and I love you, Ben. I love you more than my life. ”
They both looked at each other laughing and went arm in arm into the bathroom to shower together.
Grinning, Ben lit a cigarette, picked up the small crop and walked slowly towards the kitchen.
Leaning against the door frame, he watched his wife, whom he could see well from the side. The sight of her sent shivers of pleasure through his abdomen. His penis began to twitch: she was wearing a white latex mask, white latex stockings and white latex gloves. The black latex panties were open between the legs, he knew it, but couldn't see it because she kept her legs closed. Over it she wore a long, white, sleeveless t-shirt. When he tilted his head a little, he could see how thin wisps of saliva made their way between the slightly parted lips and the black ball of the gag.
He could hardly hear a fine whirring sound. He had to smile again. His heart began to beat faster - he could also feel it in his throat and penis.
That afternoon he had been to an Orion store and had taken advice from the saleswoman - he needed nipple clamps, he had said, they shouldn't hurt too much because his wife had to wear them for a while, and they should vibrate - that was him very important. The competent saleswoman had just the thing: two, roughly thumb-length, thumb-thick, pink clips attached to a small vibrator - perfect.
Katy couldn't help it, soft, pleasant sounds came out of her throat at regular intervals. She also had to constantly move her abdomen - there was no other way - a little forwards, a little backwards - pressing her thighs together. She could barely concentrate on the dishes she was washing. The feeling of being pressed against the nipples by these clamps and being tickled by high vibration drove her heartbeat.
Ben suddenly stood behind her. "How does my girl like the dishes?"
A pleasant coo came from her throat, she nodded her head. Again and again she bit lightly on the rubber ball that prevented every word she wanted to say.
She could feel her clitoris, swollen and throbbing with excitement, barely able to stand straight. Her entire abdomen was tormented at regular intervals with surges of desire. She knew that she would spread her legs, that her love juice would drip onto the floor, she was so excited. Her head, too, was in constant motion - like a horse that wanted to jump off, dash away, but still had to wait, being reined.
Unexpectedly, Ben's hand worked its way through her thighs, two or three fingers, she couldn't say for sure, bored up, disappeared into her hot, wet love channel.
“Oh yes”, the dark voice of her husband expressed his satisfaction, “my little, horny girl likes that. Not true?"
Gasping and snorting behind her gag, Katy nodded her head a few times and lifted her right leg a little to make it easier for him to do something in her vagina, perhaps to get him to penetrate deeper.
He withdrew from her abruptly.
She howled in agony.
Ben's crop whirred through the air, hit his wife's right Powange. His voice sounded calm and serene, “what a rude behavior. Did I allow you to take your legs apart? ”
She shook her head. More and more threads of saliva dripped from her chin.
"Did I allow you to stop washing up?" The whip patted the skin of her bottom again.
In the frenzy of her need, another, throaty, groaning hum came from her throat, reminiscent of the purring of a cat, but she shook her head quickly.
"Hold on to the edge of the pool with both hands, legs together and stretch your buttocks out for me," came her husband's instructions, which she followed immediately.
His fingers felt for the nipple clamps, wiggled them back and forth, patted them lightly.
She looked into his azure eyes - he smiled.
Katy screamed from behind her gag - her lust burned like fire between her legs.
Ben let his left hand slide alternately over the right, then over the left nipple - playing, scratching, twirling - back and forth. His eyes fixed hers, “you haven't listened enough. Am I right? ”
She nodded.
The right hand, holding the crop, reached out to land on her bottom with a clap.
She jerked her head back, closed her eyes, purred behind the gag.
He turned his face a little - could see the little red stain left by the little leather hand and smiled.
Still playing with the nipples, he slapped the whip on her bum again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
"Do you want to move your abdomen?" He asked her, looking into her green eyes.
A long, drawn out, "Yeah," came from behind the gag.
"Well then," he gave her free rein. "Show me how much you like this."
Blowing and puffing, in complete abandon, close to the frenzy, she moved her beautiful, plump, little buttocks - her legs still together.
Ben stood next to her bottom, put his left hand on her back, reached out, and hit it again.
The leather hit the skin of the buttocks again.
Katy already had the feeling that her butt was on fire. The skin felt hot - glowing - every time the leather slapped open, it gave a brief howl, threw its head on the back of the neck, and snorted. But it was so nice. So beautiful. So unspeakably beautiful.
Ben ran his left hand over the reddened skin, then put it back on his back and reached out again.
The vibrating nipple clamps bounced up and down. Katy started shaking so she could feel the clamps even better. Her shame glowed as well as the skin of her buttocks.
She howled her lust in the gag, could hardly stand it. Her clit seemed the size of a cherry. Her love juice literally flowed out of her, ran down her thighs.
With each new stroke of the whip, Ben whipped her more and more into that frenzy of lust.
With great satisfaction and just as much excitement, he took the last blow, firmer and coarser than the others before.
With a squeak, Katy pulled her bottom back a little.
He kissed the hot, red skin of the buttocks, put the switch on the table, and looked his wife in the eye again. "And now", he had to control himself not to make her happy here and now with his hard member - to make himself happy - because the first traces of his excitement were dripping, glittering, from the opening of his love lance, which he barely saw Made you think, "Finish washing up."
She howled in desperation.
Ben took her chin in his right hand, his left hand played again with her nipples, which had been forced to shake. His sonorous voice trembled, “How I would like to kiss you now, explore the inside of your mouth with my tongue. It's tragic that you're wearing the gag. Don't you think so? ”
Tormented, she wailed her grief into the small round obstruction that blocked her lips and began to wash the last plates.
She surreptitiously looked at her husband, who covered his impressive height of 1.85 in a black latex suit with leggings. His soulful hands were in black latex gloves. His bright blue eyes seemed even bluer behind the black latex mask. His stiff member twitched, dripped, and practically screamed to want to bury himself in her.
Ben pressed his left hand between the thighs of his 1.65 tall (small) wife, smiled at her, and withdrew again.
The black latex glove shone in her love juice. Slowly, very slowly, he took his hard member and began to please himself. “If you don't hurry up, my beauty,” he said in a husky voice, “it could be too late.”
Now concentrating on what was left of her, she finished washing up.
With a satisfied smile, Ben stopped masturbating. “What an obedient, good female I have,” he praised.
She clasped behind her gag and nodded her head slightly as a token of thanks.
Ben removed the gag, "get on your knees to say hello to him."
He didn't have to order that twice!
Katy was already on her knees before he had spoken. She licked the glans, bit it lightly, let the penis slide deep into her throat - out again, licked the balls, sucked each one into her mouth.
She whipped and pushed her own excitement even more.
He stroked her head, "It's good that way. That's my good girl. ”Ben used the crop as an extended arm, stroking her buttocks, back, and thighs with it - gently patting her, let it slap her skin over and over again.
Katy was getting mad at her blow job. She licked and licked, sucked, pulled and sucked as if she had the most delicious ice cream in front of her.
Shortly before his ab ******** he pushed her back. “Stay downstairs and come with me,” he ordered, barely able to speak himself.
On all fours, his hand on her head, she followed him as she walked into the playroom.
"On the bed," he commanded briefly, controlling himself so much that it caused him pain.
As elegant as a big cat, she lifted one leg after the other, one hand after the other, and skilfully climbed the black sheet of the large bed.
With two skillful movements, he freed her from the nipple clamps. "Put your bum towards me, my horny little animal," came the next order.
Almost burying her head in the vinyl sheet, she stretched her bottom in the air as high as she could.
"Good girl," praised Ben.
“Oh thank you, master”, said his wife in utter ecstasy, “I thank you. It is so beautiful. You are doing so great. It's so wonderful. "
With his hand he caressed her buttocks, and lightly clapped the still reddened skin," Well, that's nice when we both have such fun. Isn't it? ”
“ Oh yes. Yes, ”she breathed with loving enthusiasm.
With the words, "Then let's see how you like it," he attached the two, still buzzing, clamps on the left and right of the labia majora.
This time a whooping sigh reached his ears that made him moan too. “Do you want to feel me inside you?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh please! Yes! ", She begged, and began to draw circles with her buttocks.
"Really?", Katy heard his soft, deep voice.
“Please!” She affirmed, “please, master, I want to feel you. Penetrate me! You're welcome! Please ... **** me! ”
“ Uuuh ”, it came from Ben's mouth, his grin had grown wider. He knew that when she could barely take it anymore, she said, no, she then practically screamed: " **** me" - so she was close to orgasm.
Kneeling behind her, he positioned himself, holding her two buttocks, he penetrated her, very slowly, but as deeply as he could.
She paid homage to what he was doing, with a deep groan and a sharp cry of pleasure.
He had to control himself not to stab wildly.
Instead he pulled his throbbing, hard member back very slowly, then ... faster in ... slowly out ... quickly in ... quickly out.
Katy started panting.
Ben took one of the clamps off to hold them against her clit with his right hand.
She howled in utter delight.
His penis slid into her up to the stop, a brief palpation with both hands and he had placed the clamp exactly on her pearl of pleasure.
"I'm coming, oh Lord, Master, I'm coming!" She started to moan.
"Come on then!" He ordered in a dark, hoarse voice, "NOW!"
She screamed and screamed, dug her hands into the sheet, bobbed her head back and forth. Her body trembled, her abdomen trembled, and he felt her squeeze her vaginal muscles. She clutched his penis with it as if she would never let go of him again.
Now Ben had to force himself not to ******** into her - he didn't want that today. He thrust his member in hard, pulled it out, then reamed it back into her. Keeping telling yourself you're not coming, you're not coming
When he noticed that her body was slowly relaxing, he threw away the “clitoris clamp” and gave her the last command for the evening, “Come on, my pretty, turn around. I want to ******** in your face . "
As if stung by the tarantula, she whipped around her own axis once, took his love sting in her hands, and held out her face.
Shortly before Ben was ******** , he had to find out once again that she was masturbating almost better than he himself.
"Oh please, please", Katy begged and looked at him pleadingly, "spray me in the face , Master. I want to feel your hot ****** . "
She had hardly formed these words because ******* it was already out of him. Groaning deeply and groaning, he could see his penis twitch, and in two ... three ... four ... five shots his white, heated juice sprinkled her lips, eyes, nose and forehead.
Both took off their masks.
Ben took a deep breath, his wife's sweaty face in both hands. He kissed her passionately. Then he hugged her: “I love you, Katy. God, I love you so much. "
As if a pressure relief valve had opened her floodgates, tears ran from her eyes and down her cheeks," and I love you, Ben. I love you more than my life. ”
They both looked at each other laughing and went arm in arm into the bathroom to shower together.
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