Mesmerizing red hair, pale and flawless white skin, crimson red lips curled in a devious smile and emerald green eyes stare at me, blinking quickly in anticipation. She lays on the queen-sized bed, staring at me in nothing but her tight leather leggings, which highlight her perfect behind and her black bra. As I approach her, I reveal what I have hidden behind my back: A red collared Posey straitjacket. She bites her lower lip in anticipation, her gaze says it all: “Tie me up , daddy”.
She walks towards me, her hips swaying playfully with every step, until she’s met with the jacket’s warm embrace and the most delightful feeling of helplessness. I strap her in, sweetly caressing her waist, her breasts and her legs as I strip her off her arms. When she’s finally giving herself the tightest hug possible, I sit her on the mattress and position myself behind her. I kiss her cheeks and work my way up to her lips. I teasingly go down to her neck and she starts to struggle a little, begging me to go all the way, but I deny her request for release. I start to rub her nipples over the jacket; my fingers making a thousand promises of pleasure to come. I kiss her neck again, ever so gently, so tenderly, trying to hold in the raging, lustful monster inside me. I slide my right hand all the way to her crotch, rubbing it subtly. My other hand ventures under the jacket to pinch her hardened nipples, one at a time.
Then I undo her crotch strap, take off her leggings and panties and position myself in front of her. I kiss her calves and work my way up her thighs, rubbing and kissing them gently. As I move up to her moist pussy, I gaze into her eyes: The pure ecstasy of pleasure confined in a canvas prison, my libido having crafted a masterpiece. And when I get down there… I let my abnormally large tongue do the rest. And I stay down there until she’s squirming violently and squishing my head between her legs, her voice begging me to stop but her eyes and her vagina demanding that I keep going.
And as I’m about to finish, I stop. I remove my shirt, my pants and my undergarments as she lays there imploring that I do what she thinks I’m gonna do, I do it: We go all the way. Her arms struggling helplessly, her voice agitated, her feet on my shoulders and a thousand promises of pleasure turned into sweat, moans, groans and pure, raw elation.
And at last, we both arrive at the promised land. I fall down on the pillow next to her, exhausted. I cuddle her for a moment before I reach for her crotch strap and secure her back in. I make sure all her straps are well fastened. I turn her towards me, our lips kiss once again and I just ask her one simple question: Got more for another round?
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