Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I whimpered as my hands pulled at the red ropes holding my wrists to the bedpost. “Please, just let me touch you.” Sean ignored my pleas and peeled the wrapper off yet another candy cane. My body was covered with the sticky sugar. Two hours ago, he had stripped my body and told me I needed to relax a little. He said he would make me feel so good that all my holiday stress would melt away.
I believed him, and he was kind of right. I wasn’t thinking about work or family drama when he used the hairdryer to melt the candy cane over my nipples. The way the red and white stripes ran over my breasts as they liquified was beautiful. He was being slow and meticulous. Not allowing me to deviate him from his plans.
Candy Cane Comforts
The smell of peppermint was strong in the air, and I ached for just a taste of him as he sucked the end of a candy cane right in front of me. He moaned around the thin ribbon of goodness and slid it out from between his lips. “Almost as sweet as you.” He trailed the pointed, wet end of the candy up my spread inner thigh. My body quivered. He’d been teasing me for so long, keeping me on the brink of climax but not allowing me to crash over.
“Please, please!” I groaned as the tiny tip slid up and down between my dripping slit.
“No,” He smirked at me. “I like the way you beg too much to allow it to end.” Then he slipped the too thing cane inside of my pussy and fucked me with it. I could feel it of course, but just barely. It wasn’t enough! I needed his finger or his tongue, or better yet, his hard cock! I could see how hard he was in his sweats as he teased me, but he didn’t take it out to stroke or even nudge it against me. He was completely focused on bringing me my candy cane comforts if that’s what you want to call them!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357