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2 of 4 Those eyes, so fiery. Those breasts, so full. That t..

Published: March 22nd 2024, 10:59:37 am

2 of 4 Those eyes, so fiery. Those breasts, so full. That throat, so wet and inviting. Such a wonderful view. In that dark and hostile room you sit calmly appreciating the piece of prime fuck-meat hanging from the harness. It looks frustrated, wriggling impatiently in it’s ropes. “What’s the hurry?” You tease, “I have nowhere else to be”. The mouth held wide open before you twitches and hacks, thick drool flows down and over the long and seductive tongue inside, dribbling out and pattering on the floor in a desperate attempt to keep itself moist. There’s increasing discomfort in those pleading eyes. You ignore the obvious desperation, the first moments are very important and need careful consideration. After all, She signed the consent form and you promised an experience. You only get to use them for the first time once. After that there’s precedent and it’s all a little less exciting. This needs to be done right. The start set’s the tone for the rest of time. Maybe a clinical approach? Pace around a bit? Throughly inspect every inch of soft flesh? Find the parts in most need of tenderising? Certainly a strong contender. Or an ironically kind beginning? Treat it with love and care, pour a little water in the mouth you’ve cruelly clamped open, “There, that’s better isn’t it?” Patronise that helpless toy while you ‘care’ for it. Touch it gently and lovingly however and wherever you please. Not bad at all. Then there’s full on sadism. The candle light makes those ever staring eyes look so beautiful. No doubt her back and arse would look beautiful drizzled in hot wax and spanked red. And those eyes, oh, how would they look after a few hours with a cunt stuffed full of vibes and clamps on every sensitive spot? It’s so hard to decide, you let out a long sigh. Your eyes are drawn to the back of that tight throat again and before you realise it you’re on your feet, squeezing your oversized cock into it. Both hands holding that pretty little face steady, hips thrusting, you resolve to just relax and see where your mood takes you. After-all, you’ve got no-were else to be.