Hotwife Miah x

This makes me wet... 🫦
"but...but my husband....I...I am...ooohhh!" I have pulled upon your light green top, sliding it over your head, and letting it pool on the step of the stile, about your tied hands. Your breasts swing freely in the warmth of the afternoon sun. You hear a couple walking in the woods behind us, and look round nervously, but your nipples are now fully erect, betraying you, begging for what is to come.

My soft caresses about the acorn sized nubs of erectile tissue, make you pant softly, "Ahh, Ahhh...oww, please no, my...my husband..." You say again. I ignore you, as I place the nipple clamps about your taut, hard erections, tightening them until you begin to squeal. But at the same time, you start to squirm, trying to push your pubis against the cross bar of the stile.

I stand back, and take some pictures, then one by one, add the weights to the chain, connecting the nipple clamps together, watching as your nipples and breasts are painfully tormented and teased. "Don't worry about your husband. He is not here. I am. But he will get to see all that I do to you, when I send him these pictures."

"Nooo!" You cry.

I laugh, as I jump back over the stile and admire the view, taking some more images. Your long legs, and pert, firm bottom are displayed to perfection. However, there are a couple of final touches that I need to make. So I kneel behind you, grasping a naked ankle and fastening the rope about it. I pull on your leg slightly before tying it to the fence post to your left. Then reaching across I do the same to the other ankle, trussing you completely, with your legs spread apart. You are now fully secured and at my compete disposal.

"You asked what I would do to you." I laughed rather wickedly.

"Wha....what....are you going to do to me?"
 
"but...but my husband....I...I am...ooohhh!" I have pulled upon your light green top, sliding it over your head, and letting it pool on the step of the stile, about your tied hands. Your breasts swing freely in the warmth of the afternoon sun. You hear a couple walking in the woods behind us, and look round nervously, but your nipples are now fully erect, betraying you, begging for what is to come.

My soft caresses about the acorn sized nubs of erectile tissue, make you pant softly, "Ahh, Ahhh...oww, please no, my...my husband..." You say again. I ignore you, as I place the nipple clamps about your taut, hard erections, tightening them until you begin to squeal. But at the same time, you start to squirm, trying to push your pubis against the cross bar of the stile.

I stand back, and take some pictures, then one by one, add the weights to the chain, connecting the nipple clamps together, watching as your nipples and breasts are painfully tormented and teased. "Don't worry about your husband. He is not here. I am. But he will get to see all that I do to you, when I send him these pictures."

"Nooo!" You cry.

I laugh, as I jump back over the stile and admire the view, taking some more images. Your long legs, and pert, firm bottom are displayed to perfection. However, there are a couple of final touches that I need to make. So I kneel behind you, grasping a naked ankle and fastening the rope about it. I pull on your leg slightly before tying it to the fence post to your left. Then reaching across I do the same to the other ankle, trussing you completely, with your legs spread apart. You are now fully secured and at my compete disposal.

"You asked what I would do to you." I laughed rather wickedly.

"Wha....what....are you going to do to me?"
🫦 And what are you going to do to me?
 
Someone please tell me how they'd touch me...

While almost all the men you know have soft, executive type hands, mine are not. Mine are the rough, calloused hands of a farmer/mechanic.

With our eyes locked on each other, I pull the straps of your top off your shoulders. My hands work their way from your graceful neck, across your shoulders and down to your firm breasts. My rough skin sliding across your smooth flesh. Cupping them. Squeezing. Never letting our eyes drift apart. You can only feel my strong fingers begin to pull at your now hardened nipples. Once they are as hard and swollen as they will get, my hands move lower.

Sliding a hand under your skirt to find your panties. With a quick hook and pull, they slide down your legs. Those strong hard fingers then begin to work between your softest lips. Feeling your juices start to lube them up. Labia swelling from the strange sensation. You shudder. I dance my fingers up and down your slit before slowly circling your clit.

All the while I keep staring thru your eyes into a sea of desire.
 
While almost all the men you know have soft, executive type hands, mine are not. Mine are the rough, calloused hands of a farmer/mechanic.

With our eyes locked on each other, I pull the straps of your top off your shoulders. My hands work their way from your graceful neck, across your shoulders and down to your firm breasts. My rough skin sliding across your smooth flesh. Cupping them. Squeezing. Never letting our eyes drift apart. You can only feel my strong fingers begin to pull at your now hardened nipples. Once they are as hard and swollen as they will get, my hands move lower.

Sliding a hand under your skirt to find your panties. With a quick hook and pull, they slide down your legs. Those strong hard fingers then begin to work between your softest lips. Feeling your juices start to lube them up. Labia swelling from the strange sensation. You shudder. I dance my fingers up and down your slit before slowly circling your clit.

All the while I keep staring thru your eyes into a sea of desire.
I love big rough hands touching me all over. This really did make me moist down there. Thank you 💋
 
I would kiss you, with a hand on the side of your face. Drawn in by your beauty. My kisses would move to your neck, just below your jaw, while a hand slipped down across your breast. A playful pinch of you nipple as I whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna have fun driving you wild”, before our lips meet again for a more passionate kiss.

My fingers running through your hair, giving a slight pull, just enough to lift your chin, exposing you collar. My eyes lead my body to your chest, my hands freeing your breasts. Matching the intensity of our kisses with the kneading of your breast, I feel the excitement building.

One hand moves back to the side of your face, while the other traces down the side of your body, as if I’m blind ‘seeing’ your body with my touch. It stops at the top of your panties, pulling back to center, I slowly drag my fingers back up your torso, finishing with a swirl across your nipple. On the next pass, my touch traces across your hip flexor and down the top of your leg, with my palm skimming your clit. My fingers run up your inner thigh, teasing the base of your vulva before dragging lightly up across your lace. This circuit repeats: flat palm motion down, fingers tracing up.

Your body is responding, lifting your hips to my movements. On the next pass, my finger slips under the lace and slides between you lips. After a few more strokes, my finger slides in, and begins a ‘come-hither’ motion. The touch on inside front of your vagina is stammering your breath. I can tell your release is close.

“I’m going to fuck you so good tonight”, I state as my finger moves rapidly in and out. “Now come for me”, I command, as I lower my mouth to lick and suck your clit. This sets you off, clamping my head in your legs, twitching and writhing in pleasure.
 
I would kiss you, with a hand on the side of your face. Drawn in by your beauty. My kisses would move to your neck, just below your jaw, while a hand slipped down across your breast. A playful pinch of you nipple as I whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna have fun driving you wild”, before our lips meet again for a more passionate kiss.

My fingers running through your hair, giving a slight pull, just enough to lift your chin, exposing you collar. My eyes lead my body to your chest, my hands freeing your breasts. Matching the intensity of our kisses with the kneading of your breast, I feel the excitement building.

One hand moves back to the side of your face, while the other traces down the side of your body, as if I’m blind ‘seeing’ your body with my touch. It stops at the top of your panties, pulling back to center, I slowly drag my fingers back up your torso, finishing with a swirl across your nipple. On the next pass, my touch traces across your hip flexor and down the top of your leg, with my palm skimming your clit. My fingers run up your inner thigh, teasing the base of your vulva before dragging lightly up across your lace. This circuit repeats: flat palm motion down, fingers tracing up.

Your body is responding, lifting your hips to my movements. On the next pass, my finger slips under the lace and slides between you lips. After a few more strokes, my finger slides in, and begins a ‘come-hither’ motion. The touch on inside front of your vagina is stammering your breath. I can tell your release is close.

“I’m going to fuck you so good tonight”, I state as my finger moves rapidly in and out. “Now come for me”, I command, as I lower my mouth to lick and suck your clit. This sets you off, clamping my head in your legs, twitching and writhing in pleasure.
My reaction to this was, "I need to go grab my dildo right now!"

I loved this. I'm really, really wet reading this. Thank you 💋
 
Agents,

Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to pick any aspect of this picture that appeals to you the most, and write me a little something. A little something that I can send to my amazing husband while he's at work, and get him all worked up about what you naughty boys want to get up to with me!

P.S. I love little details.

M x

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Agents,

Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to pick any aspect of this picture that appeals to you the most, and write me a little something. A little something that I can send to my amazing husband while he's at work, and get him all worked up about what you naughty boys want to get up to with me!

P.S. I love little details.

M x

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Love the way your head goes back as you ride me....
And the way the light glistens off that ring, especially after I watched you play while getting my cock warmed up for you.
 
Agents,

Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to pick any aspect of this picture that appeals to you the most, and write me a little something. A little something that I can send to my amazing husband while he's at work, and get him all worked up about what you naughty boys want to get up to with me!

P.S. I love little details.

M x

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Mmmm, what I’m imagining is that you’re straddling my face and this is the view I have looking up as your dripping wet pussy grinds against my probing tongue, desiring your taste, needing your orgasm.
 
Even your hands are sexy. Were you ever a professional model? If not, you should be. Maybe start your own website. I’d be your first subscriber…..❤️
 
Agents,

Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to pick any aspect of this picture that appeals to you the most, and write me a little something. A little something that I can send to my amazing husband while he's at work, and get him all worked up about what you naughty boys want to get up to with me!

P.S. I love little details.

M x

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To me it’s like looking up into heaven. I would love to start in between them and slowly kiss lick nibble and suck on every little bit of skin working my way around each mound as I work upwards towards the hard throbbing nipple. Taking each nipple into my mouth and rolling them back and forth between my teeth as I flick my tongue across the tips. Pulling out on them with my mouth and letting them snap back into place as I wrap my hands around them squeezing and manipulating them.
 
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