I was in my bedroom, lying on my back on the bed with my wrists bound to the bedposts. My eyes were closed as I waited for my partner to join me. I heard the door open and felt his presence as he stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at me.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. He was wearing a sly smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. I knew what was coming next, and I couldn’t wait.
He climbed on top of me, positioning himself with each knee on either side of my shoulders on the bed. His huge testicles hung in front of me, tantalizingly close. He was fully dressed, only unbuttoning and lowering his pants a bit to reveal his rock hard cock.
I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his as he grabbed my head with both hands and began to thrust his hard cock into my mouth. I gasped as the sensation overwhelmed me, my lips wrapping around his shaft as I took him deep into my throat. I gagged and choked, but I didn’t care. I loved the feeling of his control over me, of being used and abused as he pounded my face with his cock.