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Aliyah and Shah had always shared a deep connection, originally felt through their chats online. They became great friends through Lush, helping one another explore their sexuality and desires. They had also become quite close through their infrequent ‘in real life’ meetings. Their connection sparked at first with every message, then with every meeting, eventually with every glance or innocent touch, the fire ignited. In the freezing December temperatures they had planned a weekend away in a cozy cabin in the countryside of her home county, Yorkshire, surrounded by the sounds of birds singing and the soft glow of candlelight. The air was thick with anticipation as they settled onto the plush sofa, the warmth of their bodies drawing them closer together.
As the night progressed, they exchanged playful banter, their laughter mingling with the soft music playing in the background. They often recommended songs to each other, creating their own ‘NSFW’ playlist. Shah leaned in, brushing his lips against Aliyah's ear, sending shivers down her spine. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, everything else faded away. With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, their lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of their desire for each other.
As the kiss deepened, Aliyah felt a rush of warmth spread through her body, all the way to her pussy. Shah’s hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as their lips moved in perfect harmony. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and desire that made her heart race. She responded eagerly, her hands exploring the contours of his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his shirt.
With each kiss, the world outside faded further away. Shah’s fingers traced the curve of her waist, igniting a fire within her. He pulled her onto his lap, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. Aliyah's breath hitched as she felt his warm hands slide down her back, sending tingles across her skin. She leaned into him, her body arching instinctively, craving more of his touch.
The soft fabric of her dress brushed against his skin, heightening their senses. Shah’s lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, planting soft kisses that made Aliyah sigh with pleasure. She tilted her head back, granting him better access, lost in the sensations he was creating. Their chemistry was electric, each kiss and touch weaving a tapestry of passion that enveloped them, leaving them both yearning for more.
As the intensity of their kisses grew, Aliyah could feel her heart racing in her chest. Shah’s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour with a gentle urgency that sent shivers to even her toes. He pulled her even closer, their bodies pressed together, the warmth between them radiating like a soft glow.
Aliyah wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as she deepened their kiss. The world around them faded, leaving only the intoxicating closeness they shared. Shah’s lips moved from her mouth to her collarbone, planting soft, lingering kisses that made her gasp softly. Each touch leaving a longing that demanded to be fulfilled.
With a tender yet passionate urgency, Shah’s hands slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, caressing her skin with a mix of tenderness and desire. Aliyah leaned into his touch, feeling every brush of his fingers as if it were a spark igniting her senses. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and it only fueled her own desire. As he explored her body, hands sliding under her bra, she responded in kind, her hands tracing the lines of his back, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. Pulling his shirt up from the hem so he got the hint. He laughed into her lips, pulled back, undid a few buttons and pulled his shirt off. She thought he looked incredibly sexy while doing it.
She tried to get back to where they were, in the middle of their passionate kiss.
“Ah Ah Ah, if I’m taking things off, so are you naughty girl,” said Shah.
Aliyah signed and gave in. Standing up off of the sofa, she pulled her dress up from the hem, slowly revealing more and more of her body. Until she was standing there in her lacy black thong and bra.
“Happy?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. Instead he got down on his knees in front of her, trailing his big strong hands from her waist down to her ankles. Leaving soft kisses as he went.
“You are perfect,” he complimented her, seeing her almost naked body in front of him for the first time was absolute rush.
He turned his attention back to her cunt, dragging the lacy thong down with his teeth. She could feel her pussy beginning to throb, aching for him to touch her. Not yet she thought.
“Sit down for me,” she said breathlessly.
He obliged and sat on the sofa once again. Aliyah sat on his lap, legs spread on either side, thong missing, just her sheer bra holding her head perky B-cup breasts. She could feel his hard cock between her legs under his trousers.
“I wasn’t done kissing you,” she said, before crashing her lips into his.
Tongues exploring each other’s mouths, biting each other’s lips…
Aliyah slid her hands up his neck into his hair. She slowly started moving her body, grinding into him, getting wet all over his trousers. He moaned into her kisses.
Shah reached around her and unclasped her bra, releasing her perfect little tits. He couldn’t help but bury his face in her chest, breathing in her scent, sucking on her perfectly erect nipples. Sucking on her perfect skin, he knew she loved being branded, little red marks being left on her tits to remember what they had done.
She was still grinding on his cock through his trousers but when she felt his lips on her nipples she threw her head back in pleasure, arching her back so he could feel the urgency of her wanting.
“Turn around baby, I’m going to give you that spanking you deserve,” he growled in her ear after letting go of her hard nipples.
She could never resist a spanking. She stood up, leaning her body against the arm of the sofa. He counted as he began punishing her, or.. pleasuring her.
Smack! 1
Smack! 2
Smack! 3
Smack! 4
Smack! 5
Shah caressed her ass after number 5, allowing her a break. They were no light spanks. He knew from their chats that Aliyah liked a hard spanking. He moved his hand towards her pussy, she was absolutely dripping. He moaned upon entering with one finger, just to taste her sweet juices. He had never expected this much arousal. He knew without a doubt she was enjoying herself. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked. She tasted sublime.
The spanking continued.
6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
Aliyah was a sopping mess at this point. Her wet juices spilling down her thighs and legs in strings. It was such a turn on for Shah, he knew that when his cock entered her, it would be easy, it would feel right.
Shah unbuckled his belt, smiling as he saw the wet patch she had left on him. He stepped out of his trousers and boxers. Aliyah was still bent over the arm of the sofa.
“Are you ready you little slut? Tell me you want me,” he growled in his deep husky voice.
“I’m ready Daddy, please fuck me hard,” she replied, sounding dazed.
He slipped his hard dick against her soaking wet pussy, she moaned a low guttural moan. Shah started by fucking her slowly, pushing himself all the way to her cervix, then sliding all the way out, back in, to her cervix, back out. Aliyah was no longer there, she was in her own world, feeling him so easily sliding in and out of her wet throbbing pussy. She had never felt this open and easy. Shah gradually was speeding up, pumping in and out rhythmically. No longer pulling all the way out but just slamming down against her ass. Aliyah was moaning with each stroke, loud and clear.
“Fuck, you are too good, fuck me harder, Daddy, please!” Or some variation of that was escaping her. He wasn’t really listening. Shah fucked her hard and deep, how he wanted, until she came in a quivering mess on the sofa. She was breathing hard, soaking wet. She had just been used like the cum slut she was. But Shah hadn’t gotten his orgasm. He sat down on the sofa, pulling her over onto her knees in front of him.
“Fuck me with that pretty mouth, like your life depended on it,” he whispered in her ear.
Aliyah obliged his request, taking his hard shaft into her mouth. Shah wrapped his hands around her hair, pulling in and out of her face while she expertly sucked him off.
“Is this how you suck off your husband you nasty little girl?” He growled as he fucked her face.
She had tears streaming down her face at this point, he could tell she was enjoying it. His thick shaft pushing deep inside her throat. The dirty talk was making her even more aroused. She seemed to have zero gag reflex.
“I will fuck your face until I come down that sexy throat of yours, I won’t tell, don’t worry,”
A few excruciatingly intense minutes later, he sent a load of hot cum down her throat for her to swallow up like the little cum slut she was. When she was done there were drips of his cum escaping her full pink lips, mixed with the few tears that escaped her glazed over eyes. He kissed her softly, hand gently squeezing her throat. Licking himself off of her so she could return home like nothing had happened.
As the night progressed, they exchanged playful banter, their laughter mingling with the soft music playing in the background. They often recommended songs to each other, creating their own ‘NSFW’ playlist. Shah leaned in, brushing his lips against Aliyah's ear, sending shivers down her spine. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, everything else faded away. With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, their lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of their desire for each other.
As the kiss deepened, Aliyah felt a rush of warmth spread through her body, all the way to her pussy. Shah’s hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as their lips moved in perfect harmony. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and desire that made her heart race. She responded eagerly, her hands exploring the contours of his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his shirt.
With each kiss, the world outside faded further away. Shah’s fingers traced the curve of her waist, igniting a fire within her. He pulled her onto his lap, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. Aliyah's breath hitched as she felt his warm hands slide down her back, sending tingles across her skin. She leaned into him, her body arching instinctively, craving more of his touch.
The soft fabric of her dress brushed against his skin, heightening their senses. Shah’s lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, planting soft kisses that made Aliyah sigh with pleasure. She tilted her head back, granting him better access, lost in the sensations he was creating. Their chemistry was electric, each kiss and touch weaving a tapestry of passion that enveloped them, leaving them both yearning for more.
As the intensity of their kisses grew, Aliyah could feel her heart racing in her chest. Shah’s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour with a gentle urgency that sent shivers to even her toes. He pulled her even closer, their bodies pressed together, the warmth between them radiating like a soft glow.
Aliyah wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as she deepened their kiss. The world around them faded, leaving only the intoxicating closeness they shared. Shah’s lips moved from her mouth to her collarbone, planting soft, lingering kisses that made her gasp softly. Each touch leaving a longing that demanded to be fulfilled.
With a tender yet passionate urgency, Shah’s hands slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, caressing her skin with a mix of tenderness and desire. Aliyah leaned into his touch, feeling every brush of his fingers as if it were a spark igniting her senses. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and it only fueled her own desire. As he explored her body, hands sliding under her bra, she responded in kind, her hands tracing the lines of his back, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. Pulling his shirt up from the hem so he got the hint. He laughed into her lips, pulled back, undid a few buttons and pulled his shirt off. She thought he looked incredibly sexy while doing it.
She tried to get back to where they were, in the middle of their passionate kiss.
“Ah Ah Ah, if I’m taking things off, so are you naughty girl,” said Shah.
Aliyah signed and gave in. Standing up off of the sofa, she pulled her dress up from the hem, slowly revealing more and more of her body. Until she was standing there in her lacy black thong and bra.
“Happy?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. Instead he got down on his knees in front of her, trailing his big strong hands from her waist down to her ankles. Leaving soft kisses as he went.
“You are perfect,” he complimented her, seeing her almost naked body in front of him for the first time was absolute rush.
He turned his attention back to her cunt, dragging the lacy thong down with his teeth. She could feel her pussy beginning to throb, aching for him to touch her. Not yet she thought.
“Sit down for me,” she said breathlessly.
He obliged and sat on the sofa once again. Aliyah sat on his lap, legs spread on either side, thong missing, just her sheer bra holding her head perky B-cup breasts. She could feel his hard cock between her legs under his trousers.
“I wasn’t done kissing you,” she said, before crashing her lips into his.
Tongues exploring each other’s mouths, biting each other’s lips…
Aliyah slid her hands up his neck into his hair. She slowly started moving her body, grinding into him, getting wet all over his trousers. He moaned into her kisses.
Shah reached around her and unclasped her bra, releasing her perfect little tits. He couldn’t help but bury his face in her chest, breathing in her scent, sucking on her perfectly erect nipples. Sucking on her perfect skin, he knew she loved being branded, little red marks being left on her tits to remember what they had done.
She was still grinding on his cock through his trousers but when she felt his lips on her nipples she threw her head back in pleasure, arching her back so he could feel the urgency of her wanting.
“Turn around baby, I’m going to give you that spanking you deserve,” he growled in her ear after letting go of her hard nipples.
She could never resist a spanking. She stood up, leaning her body against the arm of the sofa. He counted as he began punishing her, or.. pleasuring her.
Smack! 1
Smack! 2
Smack! 3
Smack! 4
Smack! 5
Shah caressed her ass after number 5, allowing her a break. They were no light spanks. He knew from their chats that Aliyah liked a hard spanking. He moved his hand towards her pussy, she was absolutely dripping. He moaned upon entering with one finger, just to taste her sweet juices. He had never expected this much arousal. He knew without a doubt she was enjoying herself. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked. She tasted sublime.
The spanking continued.
6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
Aliyah was a sopping mess at this point. Her wet juices spilling down her thighs and legs in strings. It was such a turn on for Shah, he knew that when his cock entered her, it would be easy, it would feel right.
Shah unbuckled his belt, smiling as he saw the wet patch she had left on him. He stepped out of his trousers and boxers. Aliyah was still bent over the arm of the sofa.
“Are you ready you little slut? Tell me you want me,” he growled in his deep husky voice.
“I’m ready Daddy, please fuck me hard,” she replied, sounding dazed.
He slipped his hard dick against her soaking wet pussy, she moaned a low guttural moan. Shah started by fucking her slowly, pushing himself all the way to her cervix, then sliding all the way out, back in, to her cervix, back out. Aliyah was no longer there, she was in her own world, feeling him so easily sliding in and out of her wet throbbing pussy. She had never felt this open and easy. Shah gradually was speeding up, pumping in and out rhythmically. No longer pulling all the way out but just slamming down against her ass. Aliyah was moaning with each stroke, loud and clear.
“Fuck, you are too good, fuck me harder, Daddy, please!” Or some variation of that was escaping her. He wasn’t really listening. Shah fucked her hard and deep, how he wanted, until she came in a quivering mess on the sofa. She was breathing hard, soaking wet. She had just been used like the cum slut she was. But Shah hadn’t gotten his orgasm. He sat down on the sofa, pulling her over onto her knees in front of him.
“Fuck me with that pretty mouth, like your life depended on it,” he whispered in her ear.
Aliyah obliged his request, taking his hard shaft into her mouth. Shah wrapped his hands around her hair, pulling in and out of her face while she expertly sucked him off.
“Is this how you suck off your husband you nasty little girl?” He growled as he fucked her face.
She had tears streaming down her face at this point, he could tell she was enjoying it. His thick shaft pushing deep inside her throat. The dirty talk was making her even more aroused. She seemed to have zero gag reflex.
“I will fuck your face until I come down that sexy throat of yours, I won’t tell, don’t worry,”
A few excruciatingly intense minutes later, he sent a load of hot cum down her throat for her to swallow up like the little cum slut she was. When she was done there were drips of his cum escaping her full pink lips, mixed with the few tears that escaped her glazed over eyes. He kissed her softly, hand gently squeezing her throat. Licking himself off of her so she could return home like nothing had happened.
