Tasting The Spice Of India

A slight smile passes over his face as he breaks the contact with my own eyes, moving across the room to the window. He hesitates, forcing me to writhe with frustration. BeePorn I know it’s futile. I smile, loving the change of sensation. “Turn, ass in the air.”
I oblige, almost shaking with anticipation. I struggle to distinguish between the pleasure and pain he’s causing me. The sheet falls to the floor, I’m completely exposed except for the thin collar locked around my throat. He looks me over, inspecting. He knows this and let’s out something between a chuckle and a snarl as he turns, grabbing both my wrists tight, pressing me against the wall. With his free hand he reaches around to play with my dripping cunt. I crawl between his legs and place my hands on his trousers, over his cock. A twinkle in his warm brown eyes that means he’s amused by my predicament.

Tasting The Spice Of India

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