They were different to the usual graphic close-ups I’d gotten used to seeing on this site. One picture was a close-up of her legs, kneeling on a bed...wearing stockings, suspenders and heels. In another photo, she was handcuffed to a banister, blindfolded while he held a glass of champagne to her lips. Still another picture showed her stocking clad legs bound with red rope. If I’d been actively looking on this site, they would have exactly what I’d have been looking for.“More than tempted…” I. He moves down to take my nipple into his mouth and sucks on it gently at first working into a hard sucking passion while I grip hard on cock jerking the length of him. I can’t seem to get enough of him while he moves down he removes his hands from my ass and parts my legs wide. No words need to be spoken as he looks down at my pink shaved pussy.It’s welcoming him in, to do as he wishes with me. He moves down between my thighs kissing softly before reaching my mound. He slides his tongue into my. “Hey, don’t you get angry with me! It’s not my fault you forgot your best friend’s birthday!”“Oh shut up Adam, you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry answered feeling that Adam’s comment was uncalled for.“And don’t tell me to shut up either!” Adam protested, raising his voice.“Then don’t say stupid things!” Harry responded.“Now, hold on a minute!” Adam complained as he grabbed his boyfriend’s shoulder and turned him around to face him. “There’s no need to speak to me like that! All I. I press one finger into my tight, hot pussy, already longing for you in ways that I've never desired another and I wonder about tonight, about the future,?about how and where you will touch me, about what will become of me. Closing my eyes, I run my fingers from shoulder to breast, imagining your hands on me, your fingers grazing my nipples and sliding down my abdomen, always your voice in my head, "You're mine. You’re only mine," and I know that I am, but will never admit it.I wonder how long.