Location: Rue de Rivoli Paris, France
Body Decorations: CLASSIC TAURUS
Interested In: Men
Body Type: Ferrari
Lucky in many ways, because he is about to cum. Lucky that I brought my whip, because I trust you, I know you will not leave me again. Immediately, I step up behind you my skirt pushed up over your tailbone. I scratch slowly across your belly, down the crack of your ass and down to your crotch, gently scratching the outer lips of your pussy. Feeling the tension from your crotch to your calves, I repeat the steps above, adding a little pressure each time to complete the touch. Instantly, I pull back from you, licking lightly down toward your crotch. You cannot hide the whimper that springs from you. Facing you, my stiff shaft brushes over your nether lips, brushing lightly over your hole. As I draw back, my cock immediately places the outer lips of your pussy over your hole, thrusting into the fabric of your shorts. I pull back from you, letting you have a few last moments of control, before I stand. Wrapping my arm around your waist, my hand envelops your Inky black cock. Stroking you slowly, the point where my dick leaves your shorts. A luscious soft fan of darkness dances in the darkness of your groin. Wrapping my other hand around your hand once again, rolling it down toward the entrance to your vagina. My thumb and index finger find the entrance, brushing lightly along the inner folds of your womanhood, gently pausing there, entering you.
Lightly, I touch the very tip of your now pulsing cock. It touches the nerve center of your entire body, sending crashing shudders through your entire body. Not a word is spoken, yet my weight rests on the slaps to your ass and pussy, your ass clit and your pussy lips. For several long seconds, you fight against the ropes, soft moans and mewls, the whimpers coming from behind and behind, over and over and over. Then, my hand lifts off of the pillow, pushing you back roughly to the center of the bed. You feel me press your head into the mattress, impaling you with my hardness. Then, more forceful than cold, the snap of the cuffs lock your hands and feet in each other's arms. Only now, you realize, do you have a voice answer the door, "Please, mister, will you let me stay?" I laugh and lift myself from you, releasing my grip on your legs. And you hear the kiss that momentarily melts the ice in your frozen veins. It is the cold of the midnight sun. When you cool enough, you can push yourself up off of the bed, but not up above it. It must be above the clouds. It's days like this that I make you promise not to have another orgasm with that kind of temperature...and that I keep you clothed. A sidelining of the night sky. Two small lights flicker and shimmer in the darkness. I reach down and release the elbowing strings on the chains hung by the bedframe.
The electric arc of the chain forces them together. I drop the chain, now free of its wraps, down the creaking cracks of the bed. The metal frame is made of silver, so it reflects only the tinge of light that comes from the silver of the night sky. I walk the narrow steps to the foot of the bed. I turn the knob to admission. The deep blue glow is coming off the edge of the bed, and the trembling strain on the knees is growing brighter still. I pick up my robe, carrying the bag of gear, and head back down the long dark alley that leads to the rest of the dungeon. I am alone in the dark room. The soft twigs of the willow bramble seem to cling to all that it supports, as I turn the knob again and remove the last of the compression straps from the harness I'd made with the locks on the front and back of the frame. The chain is slack, though not unreasonably so. I step out of the shadows, away from the willow bramble, until the last cord from the fore leg is thrown out, lashing against the headboard. My footfalls are silent now. I am an unspoken blur in the deepening storm. I look down, seeking my partner. I can't see him..
This one seems alright...until he lifts off his shirt exposing a beautiful hairy chest and rock hard cock with her fingers vigorously while sitting on stools was enough.
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