<strong>Emma in the dark</strong><br/><br/>She had to rely on every sense other than sight. His scent filled her nose, he was there, unhooking her chain. Touch, his fingers running over her sex, making her body want more of him. Her hips rose to meet his fingers just as she felt his lips brush against her thigh. In her mind it was sweet torture, his fingers and mouth bringing her to a point she would never refuse him. She would long and desire his touch, his mouth everytime the lights went out.<br/><br/>Her breathing was deep and slow, inhale, exhale. His mouth on her clit sent sweet pulses of ecstasy through he body. She needed this, she needed him. Being his good girl had it's perks, Emma knew that now. She would be good, do as he said. No noises until she had to cum. Until then, she would just listen to her own breathing and focus, letting him continue on and bring her to a wonderfully explosive climax.