Mobile Drilled Videos
The continuing saga in Amish Country.
I've been married for almost 20 years, but as a cruel joke from mother nature, just as I hit my sexual awakening, my husband finds his plateau. Only once every few months does he reach for me in the dark, fumbling through the steps, giving me hope for more, but settling for less.
I check my phone for the time. He's 5 minutes late. I should leave before something bad happens to me. This guy could be a serial killer or something. Yet, my feet remain planted where they are.
I hear him in the darkness before I see him. "You came." He said. "I was afraid you wouldn't."
I turn to look at him, but he's still in the shadows. He asks me to step towards him, into the shadows, into the darkness, unprotected by moonlight. I nearly bump into him. My face inches from him. I feel his breath on me. I can't see him, but I feel his heat pulling me towards him. He reaches forward and tugs on the sash of my trench coat, letting the cold air caress the naked flesh underneath. His hand cups my breast, massages it. I reach out to touch him, but he grabs my wrists tightly with one strong hand. "I want to feel you." He says in a low voice.
His hand travels down my belly, to the curve of my hip, around to the rounded globe of my buttocks. He's feeling his way in the dark, literally, learning the route, finding his way.
His hand travels to the front and dips low on my belly. He parts my legs with his knee. He's so close I can feel the head of his cock on my belly, knocking up against me. I strain against his hand to touch it but he holds firm. His hand travels past my pubic hair, parts my lips, his finger dipping into my wet cunt. I let out an involuntary whimper and he squeezes my wrists tighter. I feel his finger massaging my inner walls, and his thumb playing slow circles over my clit, bringing me to climax within minutes.
Before I can gather myself from the incredible finger fuck he just unleashed on me, he turns me around and urges me forward, further into the shadows until my legs bump into something. As he still has my small wrists bound in his tight fist I can't feel what it is, but as he gathers my wrists behind me and lowers my torso I feel it's a picnic table of sorts. He uses the sash from my trench coat to tie my wrists behind my back.
I want to see him, see his face, touch him. "Can I..." I start to say, but as if reading my mind he cuts me off and says "No."
He lifts up my trench coat exposing my ass to the cold night air. In the pitch black darkness I feel so vulnerable to this man who won't let me even see him. His fingers part my wet lips, soaked from the ecstasy just a few minutes ago, along with the excitement of the danger. I feel a tongue run up my middle. I am startled by the sensation. His tongue expertly explores all of my inner folds, lingering on my clit, his lips kissing, his mouth sucking. One of his fingers enters me, in and out while his mouth devours my sensitive nub. His finger, wet from my pussy, circles my ass while a finger from his other hand takes its place inside me. The sensation of all of the proper spots being worked sends me over the edge of the cliff. If I thought the finger fucking from earlier was pure ecstasy, I was mistaken. I've never come quite like this before. My pussy contracted violently against his face. I could feel the extreme wetness as my body excreted waves of cum out of me, like I'd been waiting years to unleash like this. I cry out in the darkness, a lustful wail of pleasure.
Some movement behind me alerts me to him standing up behind me.