You feel me step away, then footsteps getting quieter. Where's he going? You sit there, only able to hear your own breathing. Time has no reference any more, your mind swimming with endorphins, nipples on fire. You wriggle slightly on the chair, your tiny thong clinging to your soaking pussy, liquid is leaking down your thighs and under your cheeks. You feel something cold touch your hip making you gasp again. Your thong loosens, then cold on the other hip. The tiny material falls down. You realise I've cut them off, your pussy totally exposed to the slight draught in the room, the liquid on the surface of your lips intensifying the feeling. Your reflexes try to close your thighs but your legs are still bound tight. I grab the remnants of your thong pulling it sharply from under you. You gasp again in shock. I let out a slight murmur of appreciation at the sight in front of me, juicy swollen and every so slightly parted. Your pink inner lips just showing. You feel a finger touch you, slowly tracing the river of juices, down over your pink rose bud before moving back up and pressing the tip into your core. Holding it there feeling your heat for me. Your pussy twitches, thinking if he were to sink that finger further you may not be able to hold it together. My finger draws upwards lingering on your clitoris, circling it twice. And then it's gone. I raise it to your lips. As soon as it's close you sense your own sweet nectar. My finger slips into your mouth. You suck it eagerly, learning to enjoy your own taste having sucked your nectar off my cock so much recently. |
