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SpicyBean99 said:
Shower sex is either…. Really fucking good or… and I hate to say it… awful.

If someone knows their shower, and the right positionings… has the strength to hold you up etc, floor not being too slippery, shower attachment being too weak to grab a hold of….

It’s a guessing game as to how strong the shower rail is as well… should it be a bath. I have, in the past, pulled an entire bath railing down from the ceiling in an exs house 🤣

But yes if done right it can be a good, and wet time. 😍😍
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Perhaps I’m a bit lazy but standing sex has always been a bit distracting 😂 Unless of course up against a wall with a lover on his or her knees, one of my legs over a shoulder as my clit is woshiped 😈🫦👅💦💦
Otherwise I’m more of a rider, or on all fours… 😍
 
SpicyBean99 said:
So…

For you and anyone else reading this that didn’t see the post I made a few months ago… playing in the forest and making all sorts of wet little noises…. Here is the audio….

https://voca.ro/11Sh7rxtUidS

And a few visuals to go along with it 🤭

https://postimg.cc/jw6z1kp0

https://postimg.cc/F7HjPpG8

https://postimg.cc/c6mRM27f

And for those that have already heard and seen the latter there may be something new later ;) both visual and for reading purposes… 😋
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Goodness! 😍
 
Has anyone else finished adding climbing wall grips, trapeze bars and sturdier support to their shower and plumbing ? Have you bought a larger bath mat?

We now have a clue as to how all those accidents happen in the bathroom.

What’s the best handheld shower massager to buy?

Keep our Queen happy and safe.
 
Your Slave. - A short story. (Roleplay between two lovers)

https://postimg.cc/620zd1S9

It was almost dusk by the time I found her, bathed in the pale light still seeping through cracks in the grey clouds above. She was sat perched at the opening of a tent, naked, aside from white, knee high socks, clutching a teddy bear which she held to her chest as though she didn’t dare let go of it.

I watched her beautiful, pierced breasts rising and falling with her little breaths, full lips parted slightly, eyes locked on mine, piercing blue and unflinching.

“Have you come to claim me?” She asked, joy filling her eyes as they scanned down my body, no doubt noticing the bulge between my legs.

I stepped closer, the damp grass crunching under my heavy boots, and let my gaze roam over her.

Slowly.

Eating her up with my eyes. Devouring her in all her glory.

She was perfect, hair disheveled, knees tucked beneath her, clutching her cuddly bear like a child and yet looking at me with a raw hunger that only a woman could understand.

“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice low.

Her lips parted wider, as if she’d been waiting forever to hear those words.

“Then claim me,” she whispered.

I stopped at the tent’s edge, towering over her.

“Turn around. Bend over and spread yourself for me.”

She obeyed at once, crawling onto her hands and knees, teddy bear pressed under her chest. My perfect little slut. I took in the view, her smooth, pale cheeks begging to be touched, spread slightly and revealing the swollen pink lips of her sex. The sight alone made me groan.

Crouching down behind her, I grabbed a cheek, spreading it slightly to expose more of her, prying her open.

“Look at you,” I murmured. “Wet already.”

I took a single finger and ran it from her ass crack down to her hole and back again. She whimpered into her teddy bear, rocking her hips back just enough to show me how badly she wanted it.

I raised my hand and brought it down sharply. I did this twice. Once for each cheek. Twice for my perfect little slave.

The crack echoed, and she gasped, jerking forward. Red bloomed across her pale flesh, and I admired the way my handprint stayed there.

“You deserved that,” I told her. “Desperate, horny little girls deserve to be spanked. Don’t they”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Another slap, harder this time. Her ass jiggled beneath my hand, skin dimpling with the pressure, her thighs trembling. I spread her even wider, inspecting her folds glistening in the fading light, her hole wet and pulsing, begging for something to fill it.

I pulled rope from my bag and caught her wrists, binding them tight behind her back. I tied them around her body too, separating her legs and binding her to the will of my rope.

She didn’t resist.

“Now you’re mine,” I said, giving her another sharp spank that made her squeal.

I freed myself and slid my cock between her lips. She couldn’t do anything but let me claim her, hands and body tied up in a way that meant that only I could manoeuvre her.

She opened her mouth, willingly, eyes shining up at me, taking me deep into her throat. I held her by the rope and thrust, hard, feeling every inch slide in and out of her throat. Watching her choke and swallow, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. My favourite little sex slave.

She didn’t stop, she wanted it, she craved it.

Wanting all of me, the same way I wanted her.

The sight undid me. With a guttural groan, I spilled into her mouth, hot and thick, filling her until it overflowed. It kept coming and at one point I could feel her struggling to breathe. I slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her wet clit as she gasped for air around my cumming cock. I continued edging her to an orgasm as the last drops of mine, slid down her throat.

She swallowed, then licked her lips, smiling as though it had been the best meal of her life.

We stayed like that, for a short while. My legs beginning to shake, her head resting against my groin.

When I finally loosened the knots and slid the rope free, angry red lines bloomed on her wrists and thighs. I rubbed them gently, watching the marks fade under my fingertips.

She turned, eyes still glassy, lips swollen, and smiled, that dangerous little smile that ruined me every, damn, time. “Was that convincing enough?” she asked, voice husky.

I laughed,and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. “Convincing?” I growled against her mouth.

“You were perfect.”
 
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SpicyBean99 said:
Your Slave. - A short story. (Roleplay between two lovers)

https://postimg.cc/620zd1S9

It was almost dusk by the time I found her, bathed in the pale light still seeping through cracks in the grey clouds above. She was sat perched at the opening of a tent, naked, aside from white, knee high socks, clutching a teddy bear which she held to her chest as though she didn’t dare let go of it.

I watched her beautiful, pierced breasts rising and falling with her little breaths, full lips parted slightly, eyes locked on mine, piercing blue and unflinching.

“Have you come to claim me?” She asked, joy filling her eyes as they scanned down my body, no doubt noticing the bulge between my legs.

I stepped closer, the damp grass crunching under my heavy boots, and let my gaze roam over her.

Slowly.

Eating her up with my eyes. Devouring her in all her glory.

She was perfect, hair disheveled, knees tucked beneath her, clutching her cuddly bear like a child and yet looking at me with a raw hunger that only a woman could understand.

“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice low.

Her lips parted wider, as if she’d been waiting forever to hear those words.

“Then claim me,” she whispered.

I stopped at the tent’s edge, towering over her.

“Turn around. Bend over and spread yourself for me.”

She obeyed at once, crawling onto her hands and knees, teddy bear pressed under her chest. My perfect little slut. I took in the view, her smooth, pale cheeks begging to be touched, spread slightly and revealing the swollen pink lips of her sex. The sight alone made me groan.

Crouching down behind her, I grabbed a cheek, spreading it slightly to expose more of her, prying her open.

“Look at you,” I murmured. “Wet already.”

I took a single finger and ran it from her ass crack down to her hole and back again. She whimpered into her teddy bear, rocking her hips back just enough to show me how badly she wanted it.

I raised my hand and brought it down sharply. I did this twice. Once for each cheek. Twice for my perfect little slave.

The crack echoed, and she gasped, jerking forward. Red bloomed across her pale flesh, and I admired the way my handprint stayed there.

“You deserved that,” I told her. “Desperate, horny little girls deserve to be spanked. Don’t they”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Another slap, harder this time. Her ass jiggled beneath my hand, skin dimpling with the pressure, her thighs trembling. I spread her even wider, inspecting her folds glistening in the fading light, her hole wet and pulsing, begging for something to fill it.

I pulled rope from my bag and caught her wrists, binding them tight behind her back. I tied them around her body too, separating her legs and binding her to the will of my rope.

She didn’t resist.

“Now you’re mine,” I said, giving her another sharp spank that made her squeal.

I freed myself and slid my cock between her lips. She couldn’t do anything but let me claim her, hands and body tied up in a way that meant that only I could manoeuvre her.

She opened her mouth, willingly, eyes shining up at me, taking me deep into her throat. I held her by the rope and thrust, hard, feeling every inch slide in and out of her throat. Watching her choke and swallow, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. My favourite little sex slave.

She didn’t stop, she wanted it, she craved it.

Wanting all of me, the same way I wanted her.

The sight undid me. With a guttural groan, I spilled into her mouth, hot and thick, filling her until it overflowed. It kept coming and at one point I could feel her struggling to breathe. I slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her wet clit as she gasped for air around my cumming cock. I continued edging her to an orgasm as the last drops of mine, slid down her throat.

She swallowed, then licked her lips, smiling as though it had been the best meal of her life.

We stayed like that, for a short while. My legs beginning to shake, her head resting against my groin.

When I finally loosened the knots and slid the rope free, angry red lines bloomed on her wrists and thighs. I rubbed them gently, watching the marks fade under my fingertips.

She turned, eyes still glassy, lips swollen, and smiled, that dangerous little smile that ruined me every, damn, time. “Was that convincing enough?” she asked, voice husky.

I laughed, rough, and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. “Convincing?” I growled against her mouth.

“You were perfect.”
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Fuck.. yes! 🔥 You are perfect Bean
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Your Slave. - A short story. (Roleplay between two lovers)

https://postimg.cc/620zd1S9

It was almost dusk by the time I found her, bathed in the pale light still seeping through cracks in the grey clouds above. She was sat perched at the opening of a tent, naked, aside from white, knee high socks, clutching a teddy bear which she held to her chest as though she didn’t dare let go of it.

I watched her beautiful, pierced breasts rising and falling with her little breaths, full lips parted slightly, eyes locked on mine, piercing blue and unflinching.

“Have you come to claim me?” She asked, joy filling her eyes as they scanned down my body, no doubt noticing the bulge between my legs.

I stepped closer, the damp grass crunching under my heavy boots, and let my gaze roam over her.

Slowly.

Eating her up with my eyes. Devouring her in all her glory.

She was perfect, hair disheveled, knees tucked beneath her, clutching her cuddly bear like a child and yet looking at me with a raw hunger that only a woman could understand.

“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice low.

Her lips parted wider, as if she’d been waiting forever to hear those words.

“Then claim me,” she whispered.

I stopped at the tent’s edge, towering over her.

“Turn around. Bend over and spread yourself for me.”

She obeyed at once, crawling onto her hands and knees, teddy bear pressed under her chest. My perfect little slut. I took in the view, her smooth, pale cheeks begging to be touched, spread slightly and revealing the swollen pink lips of her sex. The sight alone made me groan.

Crouching down behind her, I grabbed a cheek, spreading it slightly to expose more of her, prying her open.

“Look at you,” I murmured. “Wet already.”

I took a single finger and ran it from her ass crack down to her hole and back again. She whimpered into her teddy bear, rocking her hips back just enough to show me how badly she wanted it.

I raised my hand and brought it down sharply. I did this twice. Once for each cheek. Twice for my perfect little slave.

The crack echoed, and she gasped, jerking forward. Red bloomed across her pale flesh, and I admired the way my handprint stayed there.

“You deserved that,” I told her. “Desperate, horny little girls deserve to be spanked. Don’t they”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Another slap, harder this time. Her ass jiggled beneath my hand, skin dimpling with the pressure, her thighs trembling. I spread her even wider, inspecting her folds glistening in the fading light, her hole wet and pulsing, begging for something to fill it.

I pulled rope from my bag and caught her wrists, binding them tight behind her back. I tied them around her body too, separating her legs and binding her to the will of my rope.

She didn’t resist.

“Now you’re mine,” I said, giving her another sharp spank that made her squeal.

I freed myself and slid my cock between her lips. She couldn’t do anything but let me claim her, hands and body tied up in a way that meant that only I could manoeuvre her.

She opened her mouth, willingly, eyes shining up at me, taking me deep into her throat. I held her by the rope and thrust, hard, feeling every inch slide in and out of her throat. Watching her choke and swallow, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. My favourite little sex slave.

She didn’t stop, she wanted it, she craved it.

Wanting all of me, the same way I wanted her.

The sight undid me. With a guttural groan, I spilled into her mouth, hot and thick, filling her until it overflowed. It kept coming and at one point I could feel her struggling to breathe. I slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her wet clit as she gasped for air around my cumming cock. I continued edging her to an orgasm as the last drops of mine, slid down her throat.

She swallowed, then licked her lips, smiling as though it had been the best meal of her life.

We stayed like that, for a short while. My legs beginning to shake, her head resting against my groin.

When I finally loosened the knots and slid the rope free, angry red lines bloomed on her wrists and thighs. I rubbed them gently, watching the marks fade under my fingertips.

She turned, eyes still glassy, lips swollen, and smiled, that dangerous little smile that ruined me every, damn, time. “Was that convincing enough?” she asked, voice husky.

I laughed,and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. “Convincing?” I growled against her mouth.

“You were perfect.”
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Yeeowza
 
SpicyBean99 said:
I have a few more AI pictures that I think I’ll be writing some naughty mini stories for… ;) there are a few more explicit pictures too… 😏 fun for imagining scenarios….

I’m really really glad you enjoyed it.

Did you imagine yourself in the story?
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I absolutely did! Made me very aroused!!
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Your Slave. - A short story. (Roleplay between two lovers)

https://postimg.cc/620zd1S9

It was almost dusk by the time I found her, bathed in the pale light still seeping through cracks in the grey clouds above. She was sat perched at the opening of a tent, naked, aside from white, knee high socks, clutching a teddy bear which she held to her chest as though she didn’t dare let go of it.

I watched her beautiful, pierced breasts rising and falling with her little breaths, full lips parted slightly, eyes locked on mine, piercing blue and unflinching.

“Have you come to claim me?” She asked, joy filling her eyes as they scanned down my body, no doubt noticing the bulge between my legs.

I stepped closer, the damp grass crunching under my heavy boots, and let my gaze roam over her.

Slowly.

Eating her up with my eyes. Devouring her in all her glory.

She was perfect, hair disheveled, knees tucked beneath her, clutching her cuddly bear like a child and yet looking at me with a raw hunger that only a woman could understand.

“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice low.

Her lips parted wider, as if she’d been waiting forever to hear those words.

“Then claim me,” she whispered.

I stopped at the tent’s edge, towering over her.

“Turn around. Bend over and spread yourself for me.”

She obeyed at once, crawling onto her hands and knees, teddy bear pressed under her chest. My perfect little slut. I took in the view, her smooth, pale cheeks begging to be touched, spread slightly and revealing the swollen pink lips of her sex. The sight alone made me groan.

Crouching down behind her, I grabbed a cheek, spreading it slightly to expose more of her, prying her open.

“Look at you,” I murmured. “Wet already.”

I took a single finger and ran it from her ass crack down to her hole and back again. She whimpered into her teddy bear, rocking her hips back just enough to show me how badly she wanted it.

I raised my hand and brought it down sharply. I did this twice. Once for each cheek. Twice for my perfect little slave.

The crack echoed, and she gasped, jerking forward. Red bloomed across her pale flesh, and I admired the way my handprint stayed there.

“You deserved that,” I told her. “Desperate, horny little girls deserve to be spanked. Don’t they”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Another slap, harder this time. Her ass jiggled beneath my hand, skin dimpling with the pressure, her thighs trembling. I spread her even wider, inspecting her folds glistening in the fading light, her hole wet and pulsing, begging for something to fill it.

I pulled rope from my bag and caught her wrists, binding them tight behind her back. I tied them around her body too, separating her legs and binding her to the will of my rope.

She didn’t resist.

“Now you’re mine,” I said, giving her another sharp spank that made her squeal.

I freed myself and slid my cock between her lips. She couldn’t do anything but let me claim her, hands and body tied up in a way that meant that only I could manoeuvre her.

She opened her mouth, willingly, eyes shining up at me, taking me deep into her throat. I held her by the rope and thrust, hard, feeling every inch slide in and out of her throat. Watching her choke and swallow, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. My favourite little sex slave.

She didn’t stop, she wanted it, she craved it.

Wanting all of me, the same way I wanted her.

The sight undid me. With a guttural groan, I spilled into her mouth, hot and thick, filling her until it overflowed. It kept coming and at one point I could feel her struggling to breathe. I slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her wet clit as she gasped for air around my cumming cock. I continued edging her to an orgasm as the last drops of mine, slid down her throat.

She swallowed, then licked her lips, smiling as though it had been the best meal of her life.

We stayed like that, for a short while. My legs beginning to shake, her head resting against my groin.

When I finally loosened the knots and slid the rope free, angry red lines bloomed on her wrists and thighs. I rubbed them gently, watching the marks fade under my fingertips.

She turned, eyes still glassy, lips swollen, and smiled, that dangerous little smile that ruined me every, damn, time. “Was that convincing enough?” she asked, voice husky.

I laughed,and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. “Convincing?” I growled against her mouth.

“You were perfect.”
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Perfect indeed! A very vivid and hot fantasy, love the way you describe raw passion and need...
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Your Slave. - A short story. (Roleplay between two lovers)

https://postimg.cc/620zd1S9

It was almost dusk by the time I found her, bathed in the pale light still seeping through cracks in the grey clouds above. She was sat perched at the opening of a tent, naked, aside from white, knee high socks, clutching a teddy bear which she held to her chest as though she didn’t dare let go of it.

I watched her beautiful, pierced breasts rising and falling with her little breaths, full lips parted slightly, eyes locked on mine, piercing blue and unflinching.

“Have you come to claim me?” She asked, joy filling her eyes as they scanned down my body, no doubt noticing the bulge between my legs.

I stepped closer, the damp grass crunching under my heavy boots, and let my gaze roam over her.

Slowly.

Eating her up with my eyes. Devouring her in all her glory.

She was perfect, hair disheveled, knees tucked beneath her, clutching her cuddly bear like a child and yet looking at me with a raw hunger that only a woman could understand.

“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice low.

Her lips parted wider, as if she’d been waiting forever to hear those words.

“Then claim me,” she whispered.

I stopped at the tent’s edge, towering over her.

“Turn around. Bend over and spread yourself for me.”

She obeyed at once, crawling onto her hands and knees, teddy bear pressed under her chest. My perfect little slut. I took in the view, her smooth, pale cheeks begging to be touched, spread slightly and revealing the swollen pink lips of her sex. The sight alone made me groan.

Crouching down behind her, I grabbed a cheek, spreading it slightly to expose more of her, prying her open.

“Look at you,” I murmured. “Wet already.”

I took a single finger and ran it from her ass crack down to her hole and back again. She whimpered into her teddy bear, rocking her hips back just enough to show me how badly she wanted it.

I raised my hand and brought it down sharply. I did this twice. Once for each cheek. Twice for my perfect little slave.

The crack echoed, and she gasped, jerking forward. Red bloomed across her pale flesh, and I admired the way my handprint stayed there.

“You deserved that,” I told her. “Desperate, horny little girls deserve to be spanked. Don’t they”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Another slap, harder this time. Her ass jiggled beneath my hand, skin dimpling with the pressure, her thighs trembling. I spread her even wider, inspecting her folds glistening in the fading light, her hole wet and pulsing, begging for something to fill it.

I pulled rope from my bag and caught her wrists, binding them tight behind her back. I tied them around her body too, separating her legs and binding her to the will of my rope.

She didn’t resist.

“Now you’re mine,” I said, giving her another sharp spank that made her squeal.

I freed myself and slid my cock between her lips. She couldn’t do anything but let me claim her, hands and body tied up in a way that meant that only I could manoeuvre her.

She opened her mouth, willingly, eyes shining up at me, taking me deep into her throat. I held her by the rope and thrust, hard, feeling every inch slide in and out of her throat. Watching her choke and swallow, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. My favourite little sex slave.

She didn’t stop, she wanted it, she craved it.

Wanting all of me, the same way I wanted her.

The sight undid me. With a guttural groan, I spilled into her mouth, hot and thick, filling her until it overflowed. It kept coming and at one point I could feel her struggling to breathe. I slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her wet clit as she gasped for air around my cumming cock. I continued edging her to an orgasm as the last drops of mine, slid down her throat.

She swallowed, then licked her lips, smiling as though it had been the best meal of her life.

We stayed like that, for a short while. My legs beginning to shake, her head resting against my groin.

When I finally loosened the knots and slid the rope free, angry red lines bloomed on her wrists and thighs. I rubbed them gently, watching the marks fade under my fingertips.

She turned, eyes still glassy, lips swollen, and smiled, that dangerous little smile that ruined me every, damn, time. “Was that convincing enough?” she asked, voice husky.

I laughed,and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. “Convincing?” I growled against her mouth.

“You were perfect.”
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So glad I read this after I'd finished work for the day... gonna make getting dinner ready interesting though... :cool:
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Your Slave. - A short story. (Roleplay between two lovers)

https://postimg.cc/620zd1S9

It was almost dusk by the time I found her, bathed in the pale light still seeping through cracks in the grey clouds above. She was sat perched at the opening of a tent, naked, aside from white, knee high socks, clutching a teddy bear which she held to her chest as though she didn’t dare let go of it.

I watched her beautiful, pierced breasts rising and falling with her little breaths, full lips parted slightly, eyes locked on mine, piercing blue and unflinching.

“Have you come to claim me?” She asked, joy filling her eyes as they scanned down my body, no doubt noticing the bulge between my legs.

I stepped closer, the damp grass crunching under my heavy boots, and let my gaze roam over her.

Slowly.

Eating her up with my eyes. Devouring her in all her glory.

She was perfect, hair disheveled, knees tucked beneath her, clutching her cuddly bear like a child and yet looking at me with a raw hunger that only a woman could understand.

“Yes,” I said, keeping my voice low.

Her lips parted wider, as if she’d been waiting forever to hear those words.

“Then claim me,” she whispered.

I stopped at the tent’s edge, towering over her.

“Turn around. Bend over and spread yourself for me.”

She obeyed at once, crawling onto her hands and knees, teddy bear pressed under her chest. My perfect little slut. I took in the view, her smooth, pale cheeks begging to be touched, spread slightly and revealing the swollen pink lips of her sex. The sight alone made me groan.

Crouching down behind her, I grabbed a cheek, spreading it slightly to expose more of her, prying her open.

“Look at you,” I murmured. “Wet already.”

I took a single finger and ran it from her ass crack down to her hole and back again. She whimpered into her teddy bear, rocking her hips back just enough to show me how badly she wanted it.

I raised my hand and brought it down sharply. I did this twice. Once for each cheek. Twice for my perfect little slave.

The crack echoed, and she gasped, jerking forward. Red bloomed across her pale flesh, and I admired the way my handprint stayed there.

“You deserved that,” I told her. “Desperate, horny little girls deserve to be spanked. Don’t they”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Another slap, harder this time. Her ass jiggled beneath my hand, skin dimpling with the pressure, her thighs trembling. I spread her even wider, inspecting her folds glistening in the fading light, her hole wet and pulsing, begging for something to fill it.

I pulled rope from my bag and caught her wrists, binding them tight behind her back. I tied them around her body too, separating her legs and binding her to the will of my rope.

She didn’t resist.

“Now you’re mine,” I said, giving her another sharp spank that made her squeal.

I freed myself and slid my cock between her lips. She couldn’t do anything but let me claim her, hands and body tied up in a way that meant that only I could manoeuvre her.

She opened her mouth, willingly, eyes shining up at me, taking me deep into her throat. I held her by the rope and thrust, hard, feeling every inch slide in and out of her throat. Watching her choke and swallow, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. My favourite little sex slave.

She didn’t stop, she wanted it, she craved it.

Wanting all of me, the same way I wanted her.

The sight undid me. With a guttural groan, I spilled into her mouth, hot and thick, filling her until it overflowed. It kept coming and at one point I could feel her struggling to breathe. I slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her wet clit as she gasped for air around my cumming cock. I continued edging her to an orgasm as the last drops of mine, slid down her throat.

She swallowed, then licked her lips, smiling as though it had been the best meal of her life.

We stayed like that, for a short while. My legs beginning to shake, her head resting against my groin.

When I finally loosened the knots and slid the rope free, angry red lines bloomed on her wrists and thighs. I rubbed them gently, watching the marks fade under my fingertips.

She turned, eyes still glassy, lips swollen, and smiled, that dangerous little smile that ruined me every, damn, time. “Was that convincing enough?” she asked, voice husky.

I laughed,and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. “Convincing?” I growled against her mouth.

“You were perfect.”
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Remarkable Bean!!

P.S.; When are we going camping?!? 😈😉
 
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