Tape Gagged Handjob and Gorgeous Cumshot on Pretty Face – Kristina Sweet
Title: “Bound, Gagged, and Covered in Cum: Kristina Sweet’s Kinky Encounter”
In the dimly lit room, a fragrant scent of leather and latex hung heavy in the air. A young woman, Kristina Sweet, lay bound on the bed, her wrists and ankles tightly secured by dassic black rope. Her lithe body was displayed, an enticing canvas of porcelain skin marred only by the red marks where the hemp ropes dug into her tender flesh. A strip of silver duct tape stretched across her pretty mouth, muffling her yielding moans. Her eyes, glassy and filled with lust, darted towards her captor.
A tall man loomed over her, his face obscured by a leather mask. He wore dark gloves, gleaming and pulled taut over his broad hands. He smirked at his bound prey, enjoying the sight of her bound and gagged form. His gloved fingers traced the edge of the tape, running along her jawline and down her throat, feeling her quickening pulse. She shivered, and he could see her nipples pebbling through the thin fabric of her sundress.
Without breaking eye contact, the man leaned in and slowly ripped the tape from her sweet mouth. She gasped at the sharp sting, but before she could formulate a protest, he silenced her with a brutal kiss. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting her gasps and whimpers as he explored the cavern of her throat. She arched her back, pressing her body against his and diminishing the distance between them.
Satisfied briefly, he straightened up and admired his handiwork. Kristina twisted and writhed where she laid, her body yearning for more of his rough touch. Her legs twitched and her bound hands clenched into fists, straining against the rope. Her chest heaved with quick breaths, their ragged rhythm betraying the way her body reacted to his dominance.
The man reached his hand to her chest, slipping a single fingertip under the thin shoulder strap of her dress and tracing the delicate patch of skin it exposed. She whimpered, begging him with her wide, pleading eyes to continue. With a tug upwards, he yanked the fabric down, exposing her pert breasts to his hungry gaze. He lightly ran his fingertips on her nipples, enjoying as they puckered into hard peaks under his touch.
Amidst her frenzied moans, Kristina managed to whisper “More…please,” as she arched her spine, pressing her breasts into his hands. He chuckled darkly and tweaked her nipples, pinching them harshly between his calloused fingers. She writhed as bolts of pain and pleasure zipped through her nervous system, driving her wild.
Ripping her dress the rest of the way off, he admired her lithe form, spread out on the bed, having him at her mercy. He trailed his fingers along her inner thighs, making her squirm with anticipation. Her legs opened ever so slightly, giving just a peek of the damp spot forming in her pale panties. Hooking his fingers under the elastic, he dragged them down inch by torturous inch, finally removing them completely. Her bare pussy glistened with her dripping arousal, scooping her juices onto his digits as they grazed over her sensitive outer lips.
“Mmm, so wet already,” he purred, teasingly running a fingertips over her wet slit. Her hips jagged as he pressed a single teasing digit just past her entrance, pausing and letting her squirm for more stimulation. Her moan was animalistic and wanted. His cock now fully erect, straining against his dark slacks, begged to be freed.
Rubbing the head of his exposed member against her wet slit, he teases her outer lips, barely dipping the tip inside. Pinned under his weight, she spread her legs wider in invitation. Tracing her clit with the tip of cock, he built the pleasure until she was writhing under him, desperately grinding her hips up against his, attempting to force his cock deeper.
“Bastard, I need it…” she whimpered as he sank the first inch inside her wet hole. Her slick walls clench around him, fluttering at the now welcomed intrusion. He press forward, letting her feel every ridge and vein as he pushed further and further inside with each thrust. Her arms and legs, still bound, were wrenched, allowing him the ultimate control over her body. He satisfied his tremendous need, pumping his hips with quick strokes and hitting depths she didn’t know existed.
Feeling her start to tighten, he slows his pace, dragging the pleasure out for as long as he possible can. Her nails rake down his back as he pounds into her relentlessly. As he feels his own orgasm building, he accelerates the pace. Her cries of ecstasy urge him to move faster. Her body is finally rewarded as his hips piston brutally, and he spills his cum deep inside of her dripping hole. Each wave of pleasure was too much for her, as she shuddered through her ecstasy.
Sated, the knot on the ropes are untied, leaving her formally restrained limbs loose. She forces herself up, her body aching and sore from their activities, and intrigued by his dominant presence. As he loosens the collar of his leather mask, her eyes lock with his. His darkened irises are still lustful, bearing no shame for pinning her down and forcing her body to take his pleasure. She rakes her nails through his hair, kissing him deeply as he gathers her into his arms. She snuggles her naked body again his own, and he holds her close as they ride out the waves of their shared climax.
