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Missing You

... doing?" she asked in whispered astonishment. She tried to pull her leg away, but he pulled it back in place and then opened her legs a bit further. "Leave them there," he said. He began stroking the inside of her thigh, softly tracing his fingers across you nylon-sheathed leg. "Michael... we can't..." she protested weakly. But her words didn't match her reaction as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, surrendering herself to his touch. Involuntarily, she parted her legs further as his hand pushed upwards, under her dress and higher to where her stockings ended and bare flesh began. "Miiiichaeeelll..." she moaned long and low. Her breathing began to quicken and she could feel her panties dampen... "Yes, I remember," she whispered. "Do you picture it when you fuck yourself in your bed at night?" Her hand was now down on her panties, slowly rubbing her swollen lips through the thin fabric. "Mmm hmmm," she moaned in affirmation. "And do you imagine my fingers in your dirty cunt while you masturbate?" "Yes, God yes," she sighed, as she ran a finger over the outline of her pussy against her panties. "You are masturbating right now, aren't you, you dirty slut?" "Yes," she replied quietly, knowing she had been caught. "Yes what?" he asked, almost ordering. "Tell me what you are doing exactly. Use your words like I told you." "Yes, I'm fingering my dirty cunt," she panted her reply. She loved it when he made her talk dirty. She loved it when he made her do anything, ...

... actually. "That's better. Now I want you to stop," he commanded. "I want you to do exactly what I say." Anna immediately pulled her hand from her crotch, completely submissive to his instructions. "Since you have already taken off your top, I want you to play with those big beautiful tits," he directed. Without a word, she did as she was told, running both her hands over her firm breasts. "Mmmmm," she moaned. Anna licked her lips as her fingers played over the soft supple flesh. "Are your nipples hard?" Her fingers immediately clamped around her erect nipples and squeeze them gently. "Yes... so hard...". "Pinch your nipples slut," he ordered. "Pull on them." She followed his instructions, tugging on her nipples and moaning as he spoke. "That's it my naughty girl, imagine me sucking on those hard nipples. Would you like that, you slutty little whore?" "Oh yes," she groaned as she imagined Michael's tongue running over her nipples, his lips covering her heaving breasts. "So what should I do to those sweet tits of yours, Anna?" "Oh Michael," she whined as she mauled her aching breasts. "I want your mouth on my hard nipples, baby. I want you to bite them, lick them, and squeeze them." "That's it baby, tell me how slutty you are," he encouraged. Pulling on her nipples even more aggressively now, she continued, "I want your cock between my tits. I want you to straddle my chest and fuck them with that fat cock of yours. I want to lick the head as you fuck my tits." "That's my slutty girl. ...