I wrote this for a smoking hot friend of mine. God damn, he’s the only thing in the world that makes me wish I had a cock sometimes.
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God you look so fucking good. So fucking good in that short fucking skirt. The way it’s pushed up over your ass, showing me your stockings and garters. Your long milky legs, the black of your stockings wrapping around and accentuating your thighs. The black ribbons and lace holding everything up. The curve of your bare ass.
You even sound good. Moaning just a little as you struggle against the rope securing you to the bench you’re bent over. Mind you, you’re not trying very hard. You just want to be reminded that you can’t move.
“Stop squirming or I *will* just let you go. Be a good boy for me.” I say as I rest my hand on the small of your back. You stop struggling.
“Thank you.. you’re being so good for me.”
I run my hands down your back, squeezing your ass and caressing down your thighs as I kneel behind you to carry on my work.