She clambered on top of me, rubbing at herself. Every bit of slickness was audible, she was absolutely sopping wet. Grasping my shaft, checking the rubber sheathe we have to use, she strokes me gently before lining up her two hands. Slotting my tip to herself, a quiet gasp escaping her throat, she looks up and I lock eyes.
With the simplest twist, her hips slide out and her passage swallows me whole. Tugging at my restraints I try to meet her. A hand brushes my hair, a cool, matronly look crosses her eyes and her finger shushes me gently. Buried deep inside her, I feel myself swell even further.
Hands on my chest, she lifts herself up my cock and lazily falls back down. The gasps have already grown into low moans, deep from her chest. She closes her eyes as she feels out the rhythm. By instinct some leather straps cant fully inhibit, I try to meet every movement with a thrust, she may have learned a little too well, I have no control like this.