The Havelock Series Pt. 01-03

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Part 1

The cold water poured over her open palms, cooling her skin and sending shivers up her arms. She was so hot, but he knew that, and the heat was driving her crazy. Then fingertips brushed against her hips as a pair of lips breathed hot air onto her shoulder. The fingertips made their way to her stomach, which was covered by her purple tank top, and those fingertips slid down to the lace-rim of her green panties. She giggled at the sensation of his tongue tickling her neck, distracting her only enough to shock her when his index and middle finger of his left hand entered her vagina. His right fingers massaged her clitoris while he worked his way inside her, never once breaking his lips from kissing her neck. He sucked hard and she breathed heavily, her hands desperately drying themselves to join in.

His right hand shot up to her breasts simultaneously with her rising hands, clawing at his hair while his right arm covered her right breast to fondle the left. He squeezed, she squeezed, and he bit her. She gave a small squeal, but followed it up with a bite of her lip and a turn of her hips, forcing herself to face him; his damp left fingers pulling out.

Part 2

He sucked on his fingers, wiping the fluid into his mouth and swallowing. She bit her lip, beginning to bend her knees. He leaned into her, forcing her back against the sink and grabbing her zonguldak escort hands, forcing them behind her back. He moved both wrists into his left hand and reach his right up to grab the back of her hair. He tugged down, tilting her head to expose her neck. His nose inhaled deeply, from her shoulder to ear, taking in her intoxicating scent. He could almost smell the fear and lust; the anticipation.

He turned his head just a little more and she stole a kiss with a cheeky grin. His right palm struck quickly across her face, her head turning away with her hair now falling across her features. He tightened the grip of his left hand on her wrists, leaning harder into her to push her against the sink. His stiff penis rubbed through his trousers, through her panties, and her lips parted with tingling sensation.

He took her chin in his right claw, turning her to face him, but she was no longer smiling. He stared into her eyes, now seeing nothing but lust. Her hair was a luscious orange, wavy and shining and covering the majority of her face. Her lips were still parted and she breathed heavily, her eyes no longer locked with his, but down in sincerity. He watched her chest rise and fall, her breasts not bulging for they were not big enough, but still her cleavage strengthened his penis. The pulse transferred to her labia and she bit her lip bursa escort again.

Part 3

“Did you like that?”

“Very much, Sir. Would you do it again, please, Sir?”

His flattened hand swung harshly across her face, drawing a blush to her skin, and though she did not smile, he knew she enjoyed it.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You are most welcome.”

He grabbed her by the throat, pulling her in for another kiss, and then pulled her with him as he stepped backward. With a twist of his wrist she was facing away from him, still clutched by the throat, and he hugged his arm against her chest while pressing his left hand on her stomach to nest her buttocks against his pelvis.

“Take off your knickers.”

She reached down to the rim of her green undies, sliding them down her thighs, but as she began to bend over he tightened his grip on her neck and lifted her up straight.

“Ah ah ah. Stand up straight, remove your knickers.”

She kept her posture rigid and used her fingertips to edge them as far down as she could. His left hand was still holding her buttocks against his pelvis, and she swayed her hips to persuade her underwear down further, which rubbed against his hard penis. He sighed deeply, his face buried in her neck, and slid his fingers down to malatya escort massage her clitoris.

She gasped, hands reaching behind her to hold his buttocks. He kept his right hand on her windpipe, labouring her breathing while he massaged her soft plump skin, and he kissed the crook of her neck all the way up until he was biting her ear.

“Please kiss me, Sir,” she wheezed.

He flexed his talons to direct her face towards her shoulder and leaned over it to clamp their lips together, tongues and all. He rubbed harder, and that with the choking and kissing made her swallow his oxygen by the gallon.

“Please!” she panted, “Spank… Me!”

He continued to rub, but now loosened his grip, “Please, what?”

“Please, Sir!”

He increased his grip again, silencing her with his lips while he stopped rubbing to slap her butt cheek.

She winced, but that was not enough for him. He slapped her harder, but still only a wince. Third time was the charm and she squealed in pain. His right hand tilted her neck all the way back, left hand back on her clitoris, and his fingers pushed into her skin harshly while also pushing down towards her labia. In her choking she managed to make a noise that was something like a yelp, his fingers meeting the wet skin of his helpless prey; and she knew what was next.

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