In the bedroom, Ilsa had already closed the blinds and lit a couple of sticks of incense.
A sensual blowjob facial aroma wafted about blowjob facial the room as the sultry tones of Diana Krall emanated from a micro stereo on a bedside table.
Ilsa perched on the edge blowjob facial of their king-size bed and patted the spot beside her.
“Come here,” she whispered.
Surprised blowjob facial that Richard would have a surprise after he had all but ignored her for two weeks, Ilsa blowjob facial felt a little of their old spark.
Richard, feeling a little foolish now, reached into the pocket of his sport coat and slowly pulled out a long, red, silk scarf.
Usually a straightforward lover, he felt kind of goofy offering Ilsa a prop of some kind.
Relieved that she didn’t giggle at his suggestion, he blowjob facial stepped to her and took the blowjob facial glass of wine from her hand.
“Let me just do this,” he blowjob facial said.
He laid the wine on the nearby table and knelt in front of her.
Brushing back her shoulder length blonde hair, he gently laid the scarf over her eyes, then reached to tie it behind her head.
As he reached behind her head, Ilsa, who had been turned on and horny long before Richard arrived, spread her legs and moved closer to blowjob facial him, hooking her heels behind him.
Having knotted the scarf, Richard blowjob facial kissed her lightly on the lips and ran his fingers down her arms blowjob facial.
“No. Not at all.” As he stroked her, Ilsa enjoyed the sensation of being blindfolded as he touched her.
Even more turned on now, she found she was getting ever wetter.
She put her arms around his neck, to kiss him deeply and probe his mouth with her tongue, but after short seconds of that, he pulled away from her.