Sweet little asian

His authoritative whisper was quite effective, and she responded promptly. Eyes lowered, she sweet little asian submitted respectfully, drawing in the soft pillow of her belly, elbows bent slightly so that arms angled around her yielding waist, hands joined in silent promise at the small of her back. Thump. Thump. Thump. Her heart pounded with such thunder, lightening seemed sweet little asian to bolt right through her as they approached the narrow dirt nature trail. He walked directly behind, clasping her wrists in one hand – long fingers from the other raked up and down her spine, mapping red streaks, denoting His territory. Lust built and bellowed inside His jeans, blood poured into His swelling cock and balls, spurring sweet little asian His eagerness. She felt moistness seep onto cotton panties as she walked, longing for Him, imagining how He would explore her silky, sensitive cave. Cool evening air breezed in the shadowy forest, stirring leaves and sending small creatures scurrying for night cover. An owl screeched goodnight as the red sun disappeared beyond evergreens, night pulling up its velvety black blanket. Anticipation increased with every step. The sun was suddenly gone, dusk swallowed by darkness. Cool air brushed her naked torso until she shivered, tips of nipples rigid. His swift tug on her long hair halted her march. "Stop, here." His voice took her breath away; it was she heard, the precision of His tone, the quiet eloquence of His words pouring into her spirit... the intensity of His purpose, this is what made her stop – rather than the rough yank of her hair. He reached under the navy skirt, felt the wet panties, and grinned victoriously. "It appears that My little forest nymphet is soaked," He breathed against her throat, nipping at her delicate flesh. She trembled and almost lost balance, but He held her steady. "Do you trust Me, delphi?" She nodded, speechless, bare flesh tingling in the damp chill settling on the leaf covered ground sweet little asian. She felt His eyes undressing her while His attentive hands explored freely about her curves, tracing lines and folds. She breathed evenly, controlled – but there was nothing controlled about how she was feeling at that moment. Inside, excitement filled her lungs, need suppressed her breath, desire suffocated her – His eyes, His scent, His walk, His hands, His posture, His gestures, His confidence, His wisdom sweet little asian, His patience, His character, His dominance. His sweet little asian voice. His. She was His girl, His submissive nymphe. He reached forth, again firmly pinching her left nipple, twisting it now until she winced desperately. "Do you trust Me, delphi?" He sweet little asian asked again, His intense whisper next to her ear.