Tied up at the moment
You wake. Something isn’t right. Your hands are above your head. You try to move them to your side so you can turn over, but they are immobile. Your eyes are open, but the room is dark. No, something is tied over them. You can feel it knotted on the back of your head. Your hands are tied to the headboard. Your legs are free. And that’s when you feel my hands on you. You moan as my hands caress your breasts and make their way to your thighs. I part your legs. You’re naked except for the ties. You feel my soft mouth and rough whiskers on your stomach. You moan again in anticipation. And my fingers enter you when my mouth meets your pussy. All at once I am on you, my tongue hot and curiously tasting you, while my fingers test you for readiness. I can feel you spasm and tighten, relax and release, over again. I bring you to the brink of climax. Your body tenses in frustration, your muscles hard. I can see the tension in your forehead. You are red, almost angry. Your skin glistens in ...