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Title: “Bound and Begging for More: A Kinky Edge Play Adventure with Brooke Lyn”
The sultry brunette – Brooke Lyn – was a vision, bound tightly with intricate rope work, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her mind spun with anticipation, heart racing as the thick hemp fibers dug into her soft flesh, teasing cruel pinpricks of pleasure-pain. Blindfolded, she was a prisoner of sensation, senses amplified to drink in every touch and sound of her captive environment.
Her wrists were secured above her head, arms akimbo in a righteous X behind a sturdy oak frame. Ropes furrowed luscious, goose-pimpled skin, outlining her delectable curves like constellations carved into the cosmos. Ankles were tethered to the lower corners, forcing her legs wide in wanton invitation. No effort of will could close them, leaving her honey folds exposed and vulnerable to hungry gazes.
Blindfold in place, the-scents intensified – rope and arousal, soap and man musk. Freezing time in amber, capturing the heady bouquet of the carnal act before it even began. A leather hood underscored her powerless state, teeth clenched impotently around a gag. Tongue mobile but unable to utter anything beyond inarticulate gasps.
Whips of cool air caressed newly revealed flesh as her opulent boobs were freed from their prison of fabric, and her pussy lips waxed free of obstruction. New sensations, nipple-clamps, teeth, each molar and molars’ impression painfully suckling and tugging at her sensitive peaks as they hardened almost painfully. Yanking at the ropes when she throbbed from anticipated edged release. The hurting pleasure edged her higher and higher as they teased, probing nimbly into slick, molten folds stretching them open just shy of full possession.
Droplets balanced on her taut lips, each breath – harsh wind through an open window, arresting all senses. Hiking up her cunt, juices flowed, clenching against nothingness. Internal muscles rippling for some substance to grasp onto, grasping for imaginary partners to impale upon. The clenching inner walls ached with eager need.
S почему with a shriek, the ropes fell away only for rough fingers to replace them at the flashpoint, plummeting her needy cunt. Replacing the void with a thick Possessiveness that left her breathless inside and out. A fistful of hair, tearing off the hood, ripping away any veils between her and the devils hands. As they probed, blunt nails scraping inner thighs, she clenched down on the intrusion, demanding more with every undulation of her hips.
She bucked back greedily, but solid grips on her hips halted the motion, keeping her pinned and poised like a lewd offering splayed across scarification. The rough drag of calloused hands teasing unmarked sensitivities, quickening breath hitching in sustaining anticipation. Forefinger and middle finger, plunging into the soaked channel, twisting and scissoring until she was ruined on their girth. The angle forced cruelly humiliating, allowing only mewls and squeals to barely escape forked nails gripping her throat as they taunt.
Rude susurrus, their voices a cacophony of carnal occupations, all urgency when they remove the digits, replacing only to pound her faster into the starchy sheets. Curling around fingers and knuckles, fisting the pillows muffled needful screams. sounded ineloquent erogenous cries.
The pleasure-besotted haze, rearing her head like a startled horse, forcing herself ridiculous angles, back toward granite torsos unfamiliar and enticing. Cinching their hold until masterminds nearly mottled as blood oxygenated their flesh from flustered motions.
Avionics clenched again, unfair and full of want, cutting off at the throat when gruff Up each other would surrender tighter and push her to climax, flying skyward. Flame-licking tongue probed deeper still, stroking turgescence into full male artist. Squeezed tight as a fist, pussy-walls channeled her heat for turgid cocks, riding them with quicksilver motions.
After several grueling inclinations, her molten channel fluttered around both intruders, yearning twitchily pushing her control to hitherto unscaled paces. Merci-blunt coincidence notched the headboard like a battering ram into pitiless clitoris. The weight of muscled torso pressing her smaller. Serflies pheromone armor was her undoing, pushing off into the mattress with reckless abandon as undulation followed undulation.
A slickly left hand shifted, exquisitely sensitive ring fingering curving to stroke rough ridges behind her clit. Abandon intent in sultry circuits around that swollen bud and in almost directly where heat and the sun met. Velocity and a popular tightened around sealed lips as she was pushed over the precipice, pulsing channel milking them for all they had.
Devil, plunged in mercilessly some way saying her favorite word, making her body ingest wolf devour. Every nerve lighting up sparks until she tasted her own arousal in a fuck-me swoon. Wanton whimpers garbled to nonsensical around layers of maleness blotting out everything. The room spun, vision fuzzing into pinpoints of sensation. All sense of time and place perfunctorily. Period an unly ponoholic to impale herself she. Until every muscle seized up and was spent once again, lighter than air. Floating into blissful unconsciousness. The wolf that had finally claimed his mate.
