“I thought you’d left me,” she spoke low, her voice nearly swallowed into his skin
. She was so lost in her own concentration that she missed him snaking his tongue between her folds. She tried to relax as he readied the ropes, tossing them over the beam, knots connected and perfect in his hands
. . ughhh” I moan, trying to move my arms which I soon realise are bound behind my back
“I thought you’d left me,” she spoke low, her voice nearly swallowed into his skin
. She was so lost in her own concentration that she missed him snaking his tongue between her folds. She tried to relax as he readied the ropes, tossing them over the beam, knots connected and perfect in his hands
. . ughhh” I moan, trying to move my arms which I soon realise are bound behind my back
“I thought you’d left me,” she spoke low, her voice nearly swallowed into his skin
. She was so lost in her own concentration that she missed him snaking his tongue between her folds. She tried to relax as he readied the ropes, tossing them over the beam, knots connected and perfect in his hands
. . ughhh” I moan, trying to move my arms which I soon realise are bound behind my back
Katarina Vasilissa - The Voyeur (1994)