Rossella Visconti Receives A Deep Creampie From All Internal

Yours. At first I wanted to scream in frustration. I heard You walking down the stairs and after a moment I thought I heard a plastic bag being rustled. It felt so wonderful to just lie there as You gently removed my poor, abused panties and hung them from one of the bedposts before retrieving the lengths of rope from the floor, positioning my now-naked body like a starfish – legs spread wide, arms outstretched over my head on either side of me – before beginning to tie each of my limbs to one of the bedposts. But I borrowed some of Your strength and fought down the orgasm, even as I cried out, “Oh! And when all the knots were tied to Your satisfaction, and my arms and legs stretched almost painfully wide, leaving me completely exposed to Your gaze, You did the worst possible thing:
Nothing.