Swati & Aman - A Tokyo Night

BDSMaster

BDSMaster

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Reddit seems good, have an account, not written any such though.
I wrote erotic just for here, don't plan for anything too public.
 
dimswati

dimswati

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BDSMaster said:
"Shower," she said. "We're a mess. I want you clean so I can ruin you again."

The bathroom filled with steam. Water beat their shoulders. She soaped his chest, his stomach, his cock - which thickened again under her slippery fist like it had somewhere left to be. He washed her breasts, the dip of her waist, between her legs where she was still swollen and sensitive; she hissed and then pushed into his hand.

He lifted her. She locked her ankles at the small of his back. One careful adjustment, another condom from the vanity stash he'd had the sense to grab, and he slid into her under the spray. Hot water. Hotter cunt. Her back to the tile, legs tight, arms around his neck while he thrust up into her in short deep strokes that made wet skin slap and her moan echo off the glass. She bit his shoulder when she came, shaking; he followed with his face in her neck, groaning her name into the steam like it was the only word left in either language he knew.

They finished washing on unsteady legs. Towels. His shirt on her body, hanging to mid-thigh, unbuttoned enough to show the piercing. Bed again, softer now - lazy kissing, her leg thrown over his, the city blinking beyond the curtain like it had been in on it the whole time.
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I like it when you like such sensual moments with me, the way things unfold, fun and excitement. The way you stare at my navel piercing kinda turns me on ngl. And when you start kissing me, uff! It is so intense, I can feel it...
 
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