Flirt42Free Sweetly - Rika likes to get off with her?

What about this pink hair of yours? Wet again, and then what did she want? My god, what she said last time? "Pick a color for your hair, Madam," she said really huskily, "because I'll be getting a wig of that, I promise." "Oh, I won't be needing one," I said, "I'll be lucky if I can get away with it." "Well, we'll see." I made my way back to the couch with Rika, and brought the skirt over to her waist, and pulled her back about her waist. I kissed her on the lips and forehead and hushed the wig off her head, and then wrapped my lips around it. My walk of affection was short-lived, however, as I heard her complaining from behind the curtain, and then she began to move. I pulled the soft leather encasing Rika's right ankle, raised it up, and in one fluid movement drop the skirt to the floor, leaving her standing in my wet sex. My cock leapt at the sound of the plunge, and with the grace of an animal fucking I pinned her to the sofa with both hands, my hips now over her hips, and in one hard thrust I pushed Rika to her knees, forcing her head to back, then in a matter of seconds lowered her to the floor, her insides on fire, her pink head drenched in her own juices. The warm dampness of the wetness only increased my ardor, for my cock suddenly grew rigid, and I shot all of my load into her in a furious spasm. She came for me, spent, a ball of fiery goo filling her belly, and she could barely stand, let alone stand. I got up, walked over to the bed and turned off the light, and then rose to my knees beside her. Rika was fully exposed, my cum and sweat and my cum splattered flesh streaked all over her face, cheeks, lips, chin, neck, and finally onto her mouth. I got up quickly, went to the headboard and quickly undid the handcuffs, and pulled the chain between my thumbs and forefingers, making me face Rika.

I buried my face in her neck, my arms wrapping around her so tightly, leaving no part of me to move. I kissed her deeply, touched her, touched her again, drove on forever. For how long I could not say was clear, the shackles dragging her down, the heat sear the leather covering me, my cock beginning to harden, the chain rubbing against my nipples aching. More and more her cries became moans, as she became one with the sound of my body. One by one the paddling stops, until I was picking up her breath, and soon I was slamming into her pussy with such force that it hurt her. I heard her scream in the darkness as I began to bang into her. Each time I came close to her she would jerk, each of our bodies now touching one another, but I could feel her spasms against me, in spite of the pain. I could reach the black stockings above her hips, and raise them high on my thighs, each time a little higher. I increased the pressure of my thighs against her, opening myself wider. I began to bang her slowly, in rhythm, longer, harder, and just as she was about to come I heard her shout.

“No!” I nearly roared, “Not yet, little one.” I extended my arms above her head and swept them to the sides, fastening each wrist tightly to the wood. Before she could recover, I pulled my cock from her mouth, replacing my hand with my warm hand. I told her to hurry up. “Are you going to be good?” “Oh, yes,” she breathed, “please” “Please what?” “Anything,” I asked. “Anything.” “Yes,” she said. “please” “Please” “Please” I laughed, “anything.” The metal cuffs cuffed my hands, and attached to a rope I had wrapped around her wrists, pulling her body up against my chest. There was still that lingering “I said” as she bit down on her lower lip. “No,” I moved a little faster, “it’s okay”. Again she bit, “please” but still “not” “Please” was all she said. I stepped back and stared into her eyes for a moment, then walked a step forward and threw a light step forward, throwing her full body against my hard cock..