With a gentle toss of your hair, you look at me and say, “I would let you handcuff me and then do whatever you wanted.” So I cuff your hands behind your back, and then start eating you out. All you can do with your arms is push up and onto my waiting tongue. I lap at your pussy with broad strokes, grab your hips and plunge my tongue deep inside. I alternate between licking and tongue fucking until your juices are overflowing and my cheeks glisten with your wetness.
You want more, but I back away, kissing your inner thigh as I go. “No,” you cry, fearing I was done before we even start. Then I trace a finger up the crack of your ass to tickle the entrance of your pussy with my fingers. I straddle your leg as my fingers work inside you, hitting that g-spot and driving you crazy with passion. You can feel me growing hard against your calf as your moans come unbidden from your throat.
“Don’t stop,” you chant against my fingers penetrating you, “Don’t stop.” My two middle fingers slip in & out, milking that love knot, building the pressure. My palm bumps your clit and sends sparks of nervous energy through your being. The chant changes to a breathy, “Yes…”