2ndSight
Really Experienced
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- Jan 18, 2003
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Michiko in the bedroom with Bjorn
She’d tried to plead with him, in her shy way, but Bjorn was insistent…
"That won't do my lovely and sexy wife. You have to tell me what it is you need so much far more explicitly than that. Tell me what you want, what you need in the words a woman in desperate need uses when asking, no not asking, pleading for what she wishes from her man, her husband."
It was too much, Michiko quivered as Bjorn’s tongue started doing something to her cunny that he’d never done before. Vaguely in her mind the thought arose, his tongue feels more like a little cock than a tongue. He also continued to suck and lick alternately, and the whole peculiar feeling was driving Michiko to want her husband’s cock even more. It was right in front of her, but she didn’t want to just lick and play with it, she wanted it’s hugeness inside her.
“It’s too much”, she pleaded, still too shy to properly express herself, “Please put it in.”
But Bjorn held her pussy captive with his grip on her thighs, and his ruthlessly effective and skilful tongue. It didn’t seem as if he’d let her have what she wanted until she shamed herself in begging for it.
“Pleeease, Bjorn”, Michiko cried, “Please, please, I….need….it….Please, fuck me”, she said with her voice growing small with shame as Michiko was unused to saying words like that.
She’d tried to plead with him, in her shy way, but Bjorn was insistent…
"That won't do my lovely and sexy wife. You have to tell me what it is you need so much far more explicitly than that. Tell me what you want, what you need in the words a woman in desperate need uses when asking, no not asking, pleading for what she wishes from her man, her husband."
It was too much, Michiko quivered as Bjorn’s tongue started doing something to her cunny that he’d never done before. Vaguely in her mind the thought arose, his tongue feels more like a little cock than a tongue. He also continued to suck and lick alternately, and the whole peculiar feeling was driving Michiko to want her husband’s cock even more. It was right in front of her, but she didn’t want to just lick and play with it, she wanted it’s hugeness inside her.
“It’s too much”, she pleaded, still too shy to properly express herself, “Please put it in.”
But Bjorn held her pussy captive with his grip on her thighs, and his ruthlessly effective and skilful tongue. It didn’t seem as if he’d let her have what she wanted until she shamed herself in begging for it.
“Pleeease, Bjorn”, Michiko cried, “Please, please, I….need….it….Please, fuck me”, she said with her voice growing small with shame as Michiko was unused to saying words like that.