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I move one of my hands to keep both of Gabriella's hands trapped in just one of my palms and then slide the other down, smoothing the soft skin until I reach her luscious breast and squeeze it through her blouse. But I don't dwell on it. I continue my way down, surpassing the limit of the t-shirt already accumulated at the height of her abdomen and finding nothing but bare skin afterwards.
With a small deviation, keeping my hand in line with her navel and I go down until my fingers infiltrate her warm pussy, finding it completely wet, as always. A husky laugh leaves my throat as my lips leave the nipple they were sucking.
“Did you dream of me,bambina? Or did you get that wet in the last few seconds, while I was sucking that delicious nipple you have?” The only response Gabriella gives me is a drawn-out moan, and I stop moving my fingers. Her pupils dilate even more when she realizes what I want. Good.
“Now. I got wet now.”
I resume caressing her pussy and align our faces, keeping my mouth at an almost non-existent distance from hers. When Gabriella lifts her head, trying to touch our lips, however, I pull away, denying her the kiss.
I continue rubbing her clit until her moans turn into the desperate screams for climax that I adore so much, and when she closes her eyes, ready to explode in orgasm, I stop and move my hand away.
Gabriella lifts her eyelids as she sucks in a large amount of air, staring at me blankly, and all I do is whisper a word in her ear.
“Normal.” She blinks her wide eyes several times when she aligns our faces again, but she still doesn't say anything, and I smile.
I've fucked Gabriella like crazy on every surface in this house over the past few weeks, but in the frenzy she puts me into, control has never been the focus of any of the fucking. Obviously, it's time for that to change.
Her hips move, looking for friction, trying to find an outlet for all the tension that my touches on her pussy have built up. I release her body from the grip between my legs, and Gabriella whimpers. Standing next to her, kneeling on the mattress, I pull up a sheet.
“Take off your blouse,” I order, and she is quick to lift her back and obey before letting herself fall onto the bed again. “Do you want to cum, Gabriella?” I ask, tearing a strip of fabric in my hands.
“I do.” The moaning response is accompanied by a frantic shaking of the head.
“Then extend your arms.” Immediately, she offers them to me, and I wrap her wrists in the fabric tightly, tying them. Holding the strap that hangs from the knot, I drag myself until I reach the head of the bed and Gabriella follows my every movement with anxious eyes. “Arms behind.”
She obeys. I attach the strip of fabric to the hollow headboard, forcing thebambinato keep her arms raised and inclined.
I get off the bed and tear two more strips of the sheet. Gabriella licks her lips silently as I wrap each of her ankles in makeshift ropes before tying them to the front legs of herbed, completely restricting her movement while leaving her completely exposed to me. It's a fucking sight, and my dick throbs in my pants as I stop a few steps in front of the bed to watch her.
Gabriella's pussy drools, soaking the bedding beneath her body, even though I'm no longer touching her. I take my time unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off. Then, doing the same with the pants, until the last piece on my body is the boxers.
Gabriella's eyes practically beg for the moment when they see me completely naked, but they don't, and the disappointment is evident on the girl's face when she realizes it. I climb back into bed.
I brace myself on my knees and outstretched arms, brushing my face against her open pussy, taking in deep breaths of Gabriella's feminine scent. Frustrated moans escape her mouth as she craves the touch that doesn't come.
“That's how it's going to be, Bellamia,”I say close enough to her throbbing clit that my words reverberate through her sensitive nerves. Gabriella moans, anxious about the conditions. “I'll ask you again and you'll tell me what I want to know.” Her breath hitches at the demand, and she swallows hard. “How was your day yesterday, Gabriella?”
I give her five seconds to respond and, when she insists on remaining silent, I plunge my tongue into her pussy in a long lick, from bottom to top, that elicits a scandalous scream from her throat, but doesn't make me stop.
Gabriella tries to move, struggling against the restraints of the makeshift ropes and becoming frustrated when she realizes that she can't. She whimpers, moans, and screams with each more intense and exploratory plunge of my tongue.
In moments, the layer of sweat that already covered her skin becomes thicker and, when she arches her body, announcing her imminent orgasm, I stop.
I raise my spine, sitting on my calves and running the tips of my fingers over Gabriella's outstretched legs in a torturous back and forth.
She breathes with her mouth open, her face is the picture of despair, but no sound other than uncontrolled gasps leaves her lips.
We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity before I let my hand actually touch the skin of her thigh. Gabriella fidgets, trying to get away from the touch, but with her movements completely restricted, she can't.
I caress the skin between her legs slowly, teasing her more and I lean over her again. This time, moving my lips towards her tied ankles. I kiss them and sweep her entire leg with slow, wet licks. My mouth goes to her crotch and touches her labia majora only to go down the way to her heels again.
“Your mother!” she admits it when I change sides and my tongue begins the torture again, now, on her left leg.
“My mother what?” I question, placing kisses on her goose bumps.
“I met your mother.”
“And...?”
