S2 92. A Birthday Surprise

 Ilari wakes up being showered with soft wet kisses to his chest and abdomen. That is certainly a very nice way to wake up. What time is it? Has he overslept? He lets his fingers to slide thru Venla’s hair as she goes further down.

– Sweetie… he clears his throat and tries to check the time.
– Shh. Lay back, Venla mumbles
– What are you…?
–– Lay back I said, Venla smiles mischievously thru her hair and gently nips his sensitive skin with her teeth.
– Hey, careful there, Ilari draws a quick breath and let’s his head go back to pillow.





His fingers fist Venla’s hair as her mouth starts to work on him. He enjoys it for moment and then wants to see more of it. He tries to push deeper but Venla presses her hands over his pelvis, holding him still. She looks straight back to his eyes and bares her teeth while still holding him in her mouth. A warning not to move.

- Christ, Ilari groans. Venla looks so powerful, so in charge of the situation. She takes everything out of his attention, turns it into a show Ilari can’t avert his eyes from. When did she turned so good in this ? When she took the reigns? And then he can’t think anything anymore.





- Happy birthday honey, Ilari can hear Venla purring when blood is rushing in his ears and his muscles still tremble from his release.


Some hours later Venla turns, changes her position, almost trips and let’s out frustrated groan. Who knew taking a sexy belfie would be so hard?
She tries to get a nice little suprise video to work Ilari up before he can get from the work. But it’s trickier than she thought. She’s never been a quitter so she’ll get it done!



- Vittu saatanan perkele! Rings a loud yell through officers messhall some time later when the suprise video really hit it’s mark and Ilari accidentally spills his coffee all over the table and his trousers.

Venla hears the front door slam and long steps striding to upper floor.
– Hi honey, she smiles sweetly to stern looking Ilari.
He doesn’t say anything but pushes Venla over the table.
– Honey? Venla tries to look back and hears, feels rustling of fabric. He pushes her skirt up, kicks her legs apart and next moment her words are drowned by her own moan when he protrudes in to her.
– You still…have it? Ilari grunts between his thrusts and his hand travels to Venla’s behind and touches cool metal between her cheeks.
– Uh huh, Venla confirms it. Geez, who knew Ilari was this easily triggered? Good thing he doesn’t see victorious smile on Venla’s lips. If little fooling in front of camera makes him so worked up, she can really use it for later. Whatever it was it worked like a dream. She anticipated he was going to be in the mood but not loosing his selfcontrol to this level. Got you, lover boy!

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