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Danielle felt the heat of his breath over her clit, with only the thin fabric of her panties covering her. She still grasped the end of the leash, but allowed Davis enough leeway to touch and kiss her body. His eagerness to please her only augmented her passion for him, but she was willing to wait, and would certainly delay his gratification.
She allowed the flog in her other hand to drop to the floor, using her free fingers to unbutton her shirt while Davis explored the topography of her covered mound with his lips. He looked up at her earnestly, his gaze revealing the delight of his submissiveness. Danielle pulled open the sides of her shirt, her breasts already bare, her small pink nipples hard as though waiting for him.
Obediently, Davis rose up higher and moved his mouth up her slim torso until he covered each of her nipples with his lips, sucking on them, pulling, gently nibbling. Danielle felt waves of pleasure ebbing and flowing within her, and allowed him to caress her thighs, to slowly pull her panties down her legs, exposing her pussy, glistening with wetness. Davis rolled her taut nipples between his fingertips, his tongue sliding down the line of her smooth belly, dipping into the hollow of her navel. Then his head disappeared beneath the tiny pleats of her skirt, and she felt his tongue sliding over the delicate folds of her femininity.
Danielle rested back against the armchair, letting Davis slip his tongue into her opening, taking her clit between his lips to suck on it. She buried her fingers in her professor's thick dark hair as he explored her sensitive flesh, grasping his leash tightly in her palm. She sighed deeply, leaning forward to caress his hard, bare shoulders, sweeping her hands down his back, finishing with a hard smack to his rear. She heard him moan, stimulating her even more. Then her thighs began to tremble.
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Davis tasted his Mistress's sweet nectar, thirstily savoring the delicacy. His fingers moved down to slide into her as he licked her clit with the softer underside of his tongue. His cock pressed up against the leather of the bottom of the armchair, incessantly reminding him of his torment. He was craving her, wanting nothing more than to plunge into her depths. Davis picked up the pace, burying his face in the ripe aroma of her pussy, his fingertips rubbing her G-spot in circles.
He felt her clench his leash tighter, all the muscles in her body contracting at once. Danielle released a long, deep moan, pulling at his hair, her body trying to wrench away from his touch, but Davis didn't stop, holding her thighs to push her down into the leather. Her pussy grabbed at his fingers, clutching them violently as her body was racked with spasms, her juices dripping from onto his awaiting tongue. He looked up at the rapturous expression on Danielle's ravishing features, watched her stare down at him through heavily lidded eyes as she struggled to regain control of her faculties.
Normally she would grab him and kiss him, tasting herself on his lips, but she had quickly transformed back into her dominant role. She stood from her reclining position as he still knelt between her legs, then stripped off her shirt, her large breasts unconstrained, her nipples still hard.
"Get up," she said, a serious edge to her tone, and tugged at Davis's leash to emphasize her point. He obeyed, finally face-to-face with his Mistress, his lips wet with dewdrops of her sex, his cock stiffer than he ever thought possible. Danielle led him to her favorite bookcase by the window and pressed the front of her body up against the shelves, pulling him so that his cock pushed up against her ass beneath her little skirt.
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