The last piece of clothing he places on her is a blindfold to cover her eyes. Of course, calling the rope and ties binding her in place ‘clothes’ is a quite poor definition. His hands gently caressed her shapely rear, fingers teasing edges and nearing spots, easily earning whimpers and moans from the restrained beauty below him.
With a sudden stop of contact, she was left with only the tight bindings and the leak starting to form between her legs. She attempted to move against the restraints but found it futile. Instead, her efforts earned a solid smack against her cheek. Nothing covered her mouth and so she let out a loud gasp of pain. Quickly she arched back into it, eager for more. He repeated the motion, earning more noises of both pain and pleasure, until she collapsed.
He paused and gave her a moment to catch her breath before moving behind her. With a hand in her hair, he pulled her head back before leaning forward and nibbling on her exposed neck. Little moans escaped her parted lips and she wiggled backwards towards his waist. She felt him hard against her. He moved a hand to her waist and the other to her breast as he lined up with her entrance.
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Delicious.