Soft magenta light. Incense and the onion scent of sweat. My legs and arms bound together so that I can’t do anything to stop them between my legs. Their tongue flitting against and then diving into my ass. A soft wet pillow of muscle; a skilled vanguard for greater pleasures.
They won’t touch my cock even as I beg and without that release the pleasure builds. They slides a finger inside me and I feel its caress through quick breaths and whimpers. Electric words in my ear
“you’re a good slut aren’t you?”
In spasms, my ass clenches down on their finger and I hold up one of mine to let them know. They assures me there will be more. Spell bound lost in my thoughts
*here I am flat on my back legs bound being fucked and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.*