UNDER HIS RULES

How could those fingers make Samuel even more dizzy and require him to make the owner of the fingers scream out just her name. had to. Even if he had to, many times this morning. He had been so easily provoked by Beatrice.

What she hadn’t expected was for Beatrice to bite her lip. Which made him break the kiss immediately.

“I can’t breathe, Sam,” she complained, gasping slightly. “Nasty, I know.”

“Not mean.” Samuel laughed. “It’s all because of you.”

“What did I do wrong?” asked Beatrice with a look of disbelief. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Samuel took Beatrice’s hand that was clasped in his. “This is the wrong one.” He kissed the palm gently. I don’t know how many kisses were given before Beatrice laughed out loud. She tried to get away, but Samuel held her even tighter. Until he ended up in the crook of her neck. Which was not just a brief touch, but accompanied by a lick that made Beatrice sigh.

“Sam.”

Samuel grinned slightly. Then he continued his activities where this place, which was his favorite, was a sign of his ownership. Beatrice’s neck was not only long, but also very challenging to kiss continuously. He didn’t do it. Samuel would not make Beatrice angry with his actions. Her favorite niche was hidden in the back. It would not be visible even if Beatrice wore her work shirt. Samuel had taken care of that beforehand.

“Sam, no nibbling,” Beatrice complained. But she had no intention of letting up. Instead, she continued to bite Samuel. Several times she brought her already swollen breasts into contact with Samuel’s bare chest.

“I’m tired of this,” Samuel said as he pulled away. Now they were facing each other again. They stared at each other intently, neither wanting to look away. “He won’t use his hands for anything but rubbing my body, Bee?”

Beatrice laughed. “Um… does that mean open up?” She let go of the hand she had originally grasped as a handle for a moment. Deliberately, to tease her husband by rubbing the part he was sitting on. Even though she was still wearing the jeans she had chosen this morning, Beatrice could feel them beginning to tighten down there. She asked to be released immediately, to get some fresh air, and if possible, to get home quickly.

“Yes. It’s already tight down there, asking to be released.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Beatrice laughed even more. “Patience.” She slowly climbed down where the dress she had been wearing slipped off. Only a camisole and super short, tight pants were left wrapped around her thighs and ass. She asked her husband to stand up as well.

Samuel did not refuse.

I watched closely as Beatrice unbuckled the clasp. It took a little longer because the woman seemed to have some difficulty opening the buckle. You can see the frown on Beatrice’s forehead. It looked like the woman was having a little trouble because Samuel’s buckle was easy enough to remove.

“Look, Beatrice,” Samuel said, and with a click, the buckle came off.

Beatrice just smiled. “Why bother with the buckle anyway?” Where her body did not move away from her husband. Their closeness was actually used by Samuel to gently squeeze his wife’s synthetic buttocks. “I’ll give you something to do, Bee.”

“Sam,” a surprised Beatrice squealed.

“What?”

“Ignorant hands.” Beatrice chuckled as the button on Samuel’s pants came undone. She slowly lowered the pants that Samuel was wearing today. Loosening them slowly until they fell to the floor. “I’m getting clever, aren’t I?”

“Clever at undressing your husband, huh?” asked Samuel with an amused laugh.

Without hesitation, Beatrice nodded. She wrapped her arms around Samuel’s neck again. Staring intently at her husband, she swayed slowly. Making Samuel follow what Beatrice was doing. “The important thing is to be wise only for my husband.”

Hearing such sweet words from Beatrice, Samuel gave her a quick peck on the forehead. Samuel’s hand was happiest on Beatrice’s waist. His wife’s body was well proportioned. Her waist was beautifully shaped, which meant that whatever Beatrice wore, it always fit beautifully.

Ah, how lucky Samuel is, is he not? To have a beautiful wife, an okay body, gorgeous looks plus innocence, and what makes Samuel feel like God is good, Beatrice is much younger than him. So… he could be dragged into eternal youth because of his wife’s behavior.

Their foreheads slowly pressed together.

Half-naked, they actually paused for a moment. Where Samuel moved slightly as he closed his eyes. Their bodies swaying slowly, as if this time there was a rhythm to their movements. Just like Samuel, Beatrice also decides to close her eyes.

“Do you want to continue?” Samuel asked quietly. Actually, he couldn’t hold back for too long. Aside from the beauty of his wife’s body, he had imagined what it would be like to have her on top of him. Chasing the release they both loved and looked forward to at each end of this sweat-sharing activity was excruciating, but he couldn’t rush things too much.

Beatrice didn’t like that.

“You think?” Beatrice asked with a teasing grin.

Ah… how could something like that not make Beatrice surrender to his control. Whereupon she immediately put some distance between them. Hugging Beatrice from behind was also one of her favorite parts. Beatrice’s hair was not only fragrant, but also fell beautifully and softly when she touched it. Especially when it touched her breast like now.

“I don’t want to stop.” Samuel smiled slightly. He gently tousled Beatrice’s hair and pulled it to one side. Where the other side was, Samuel looked at it intently. He slowly used his fingers to pull down the thin straps of the camisole. Occasionally, he gave Beatrice a feathery peck on her shoulder and the base of her arm.

This made Beatrice moan softly. Not to be outdone, Samuel’s head, which was playing in the recesses of Beatrice’s neck, was touched and lightly grasped. A signal to her husband not to rush to finish his game there. Inevitably, Beatrice liked the way Samuel made her heart work even harder.

Not only that, but Samuel himself, as he approached Beatrice’s back, rubbed his own slightly. Which hit Beatrice’s buttocks. He could feel his wife’s body stiffen slightly from his touch. But then she began to relax again, her eyes still closed.

His free fingers began to curl the ends of the corset and slowly remove it from Beatrice’s body. There was no resistance at all until the underwear came off. Like a child being undressed to bathe in front of her parents. Obedient. And Samuel liked the look on Beatrice’s face as she opened her eyes, albeit slowly. She left behind a strapless bra that made Beatrice’s breasts continue to tease him.

Samuel could feel the rise and fall of Beatrice’s breath from her actions. Especially when the clasp of the bra, Samuel released and the breast-blocking fabric fell to the floor. Beatrice’s breasts swelled where her nipples already looked tense. Probably from the stimulation they had been playing with.

“I like this part best.” Still from behind, Samuel gently squeezed this pliable area that he loved, massaging soulfully where the tip had been made into a new toy. He twisted it slightly in a circular motion and pulled it slightly as if giving it a little pinch.

The breast fit perfectly in Samuel’s hand. He massaged it lightly and for him, the sensation made him want to suck on the tip right away. But later. There would be time for the tip of his tongue to play there.

“Sam,” Beatrice sighed as she leaned against Samuel behind her. She looked up slightly, where again her neck was the new target. Samuel’s little licks and bites were given because he didn’t want to waste how tempting the white neck was.

Samuel’s hands continued to move over Beatrice’s breasts, making her legs weak. It felt as if she wanted to collapse immediately, but leaning on her husband was much better, wasn’t it? She also enjoyed the friction after friction that Samuel gave her buttocks despite the barrier. But really, Beatrice knew how much of the problem now was Samuel’s contact with her.

What she wasn’t prepared for was when one of Samuel’s fingers stopped squeezing her breast. Instead, it immediately went to his shorts, which were still covering Beatrice’s private parts. Although it would be difficult to get in because they are quite tight, Samuel manages it.

“Ah!” Beatrice sighs as she feels a light touch down there. Even though it was just a little caress there. Beatrice understood that Samuel had trouble moving his fingers.

“Open up, will you?” pleaded Samuel in a half-whisper. He gently tweaked the tip of Beatrice’s ear. “I’m having trouble getting this in.”

Beatrice, who was already feeling dizzy because this game with Samuel was taking away all her normalcy, could only nod in resignation. Her heart was always pounding, and every time Samuel touched it, the pounding was very different. No matter how hard her heart beat and how much it felt like it was about to fall out, Beatrice wanted something much more exciting than that. So what she did now was let Samuel pull down his pants.

Now she was wearing nothing. From the reflection in the mirror, Beatrice knew that Samuel enjoyed seeing her face there. She was red in the face, panting, looking at him and begging him to touch her again soon.

“Beautiful,” Samuel whispered softly. “Your blushing face is beautiful,” Samuel complimented as he pecked Beatrice on the cheek, who once again chose to keep her eyes closed. “Open her legs a little, Bee,” he ordered. Whereupon he helped her to lift her legs a little. A nearby chair serving as a support. Samuel also gave the leg a gentle pat. To the end of Beatrice’s smooth groin.

Samuel still hugged Beatrice from behind, where again Beatrice’s chest was the target of his gentle massage. His fingers also slowly traced Beatrice’s flat stomach area. His wife wriggled gently in his embrace. Her laughter was also faintly audible from what he had just done.