You’ve been gone for two hours, but I’m still lying here with your cum dripping out of me, lightly pressing the bruises on my hands, wrists, my swollen clit, enjoying how they feel.
You have this look that makes me instantly wet; it’s like flipping a switch, one look and I’m soaked. And you know it every single time – the precise look to use and exactly what it’s doing to me.
I can still feel you tightening the cuffs around my ankles, the sharp cold of the spreader bar as you clipped it in to place. Still feel your hands grabbing my hips to flip me over. The anticipation as you left me there to get our toy, and the remote, and the lube. You know how tight I am but I could feel myself getting wetter, aching for you to be inside me. And then you slid the toy in before pushing your hard cock right in after it.