Kiss Linda

You give a quick kiss on her lips, and when you recoil, her lips smile.

“A brave little mannequin”, - she says, - “That’s against my rules, but…”

She kisses you back!

You can’t even describe her taste. But now you’re sure: she isn’t made of ice. She is more of mulled wine that can warm up a snowy night: a red Cabernet, some spice, and a heat that melts your mouth.

The next moment you two are laying on the floor kissing. She is on you, and her lips go down from your neck…

Linda explores your body, as if she hasn’t fucked it before.

But maybe she really hasn’t? You were just a mannequin doll for her. But now… what are you for her now?

But that’s not a moment for thinking about that. Or any thinking at all. It’s time to act!

As Linda’s doll, you had to follow her orders. But now…

You gain all your strength not to melt completely under her kisses - and then suddenly turn and get on top of her!

Linda isn’t ready for this, so you make a quick kissing invasion onto her neck, her shoulders, her upper breast…

And when she is relaxed and can’t defend herself, you go down and remove her pantyhose fast!

A scar.

A thin scar goes along her inner leg. You see it when you take Linda’s pantyhose off.

Is it why Linda always covers her legs? Hiding this mark on her skin?

You gently kiss the scar, and Linda shivers.

“Please, don’t…”

You always follow her orders. She is in charge, and you are her doll. She says - and you obey.

But not this time.

For some reason, you know that you should keep kissing the scar.

“I said, don’t…”

CLAP! Your palm lays on Linda’s mouth, sealing it. And you keep kissing the tender skin of her leg around the scar.

And then your palm gets wet. What is it, is Linda crying?

It’s okay, Mistress…

You know you could stop and dry her tears.

But there’s a better way to cope with them.

Kissing her scar, you go up her leg and finally get to her pussy. Your trophy. Your reward for these days. Unshielded, unprotected with any pantyhose. All yours to take.

And it is as wet as her face.

You slowly kiss her rose. You are much more confident now than you were when kissing her upper lips. But still you are a bit nervous again.

And as before, she answers. Still crying, Linda moves her hips toward you, pressing her pussy against your lips. Sealing this kiss.

She tastes different here. Different from anything you tasted before.