Caz:
“Spread your legs,” you say to her, firmly.
She’s standing before you, naked except for her stockings and the scarves binding her wrists together behind her back. She complies, slowly stepping one foot away from the other, until her legs are far enough apart to make out her sweet, shaven mound. She makes herself accessible to you, arching her hips slightly.
You place your palm on the small of her back, applying a slight downward pressure. “Bend over, but don’t you dare move your feet,” you command.
She whimpers, her body shaking with excitement for what comes next.
You grab ahold of the wrist bindings, planting yourself between her legs, letting the tip of the strap-on graze her soft, round cheeks.
“Tell me how much you want this cock,” you tease. She groans, but doesn’t move.
“Tell me,” you growl, “and I might let you move.” She gasps, the flush of her hot skin against yours makes her thirst unmistakable.
“Please,” she whispers, “please fuck me… I need that cock. I need it inside me.”
With one thrust, you bury it deep in her, making her cry out your name in pleasure.
(Source: justemanuell)








