Bondage Is For Teasing
She can look, but she can’t touch:
I am on my knees, my arms behind my back, tied at the wrist. My wrists are then attached to the headboard, with latex tubing.
Well, that’s not so bad you say.
You can stretch the latex, you say.
Oh yes, I know. I was the one who bought 100 feet of latex tubing that has been cut into many lengths and used for many, many things (reference above cock and ball tying) over the past few years so I know all about the stretch.
And how far it will go.
And how far it won’t.
And so does he.
My legs are parted and I sit quietly on my knees and watch him stroke his cock in front of me.
…
There it is. The first drop of precum.
He takes his finger and wipes it off and I moan.
He rubs his fingers together, showing me the slickness.
I stretch the tubing as far as it will go, my mouth open.
He runs his fingers over my lips, then his hands through my hair.
I lick my lips. My pussy drips.
From Ambient Storm.
