He stared awhile at her slim frame. A bone in her captured hand snapped. Perspiration glowed on her shiny forehead and her skin felt damp from the exertion. The air conditioner was blowing cold air on her, goosebumps rose on her skin, making her nipples press against the clammy inside of her top. It was the first time I'd ever been with another woman. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. She was very wet and the rim of her vulva glistened generously with her lubricant. Between her thighs the hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. The ache had been coming from a muscle in my lower back and she worked it relentlessly with her soothing thumbs until the knot all but disappeared. Her knees brushed the side of the bed and she found herself directed, like some puppet, until she was kneeling on the bed, facing it's foot, her hands still bound behind her, her eyes still robbed of sight, her nipples now throbbing madly with each beat of blood through the sensitive tissures, and the four trecherous monsters vibrating inside her. |