He walked into the cold dark room. The sounds of her muffled yelps the only sound he hears. But what he sees..is her...strapped to the cold stainless steel table, her hands above her head and her knees bent, with legs spread...just how he left her hours ago..
The smell of sex, and the cold air from the window fill the air..making him drool...making him clinch his fists and bite his lips...the craving is taking over...his mind and heart are racing once again..something only she can do...his hunger is only satisfied by her...
He begins to walk around the table she's displayed on...he removes the blind fold from her eyes and kisses her lips softly...tasting the cum from the night before.. he bites her lips...making sure to get the rest off as his hands grab the leather straps and his nails dig into the leather...
Calming his mind, and resisting his desires to fuck her..she's been a sloppy mess for three days, her cum and endless fountain for him to enjoy... he continues to walk around the table..glancing at her, softly taking his fingers and sliding them down her curves...watching her skin prickle and her body move exactly the way he intended..and once again...he starts on his work
To be continued
Let me know what ya think.
T🖤
