But she was so naive that it bordered on stupidity. She'd hyped him up, and for all that she knew in her cooler moments that he was just another stude...t horndog, in these heated moments of passion she worshipped him. He was her hung foreign lover, a figure of endless strength and boundless masculinity, with a huge ivory-white prick that she was blessed to have the chance to taste. And as he plunged into her deepest places, places nobody had ever touched before, he was living up to the hype.But. When they found her g-spot, they attacked it with vigor. Her moans, somewhat muffled by the bed, revealed her nearness to cumming. Her increased writhing, despite the punishment it provoked, also revealed it. My one hand busy, I let the other one, which had let her hand go and had been pinching and twisting her hanging nipples, or her utters as I called them, with ever more aggressive pressure, do the spanking. After delivering three spanks, I wetted its thumb in the abundant fluid leaking from. She urged me up to the headboard and I scooted so that I was sitting up against the pillow. Once I had moved into a position that she approved of, she surprised me with straps. We are not ordinarily into bondage, but sure, I'm game. Once my arms were secure, she further secured my legs down with straps that were apparently underneath the bed. Again, not normally my thing, but why not. Don't knock it 'til you try it, right? Then, a new toy, or at least, one that I had never seen, a ball gag was. The books he sought were almost at the very back, an area dimly lit, beyond the reach of the natural light from the windows.Arriving at the row of shelves, she gestured towards the books. "Are you an artist? A photographer?" she had asked, feeling atypically curious about a customer.Leandro smiled. "I do have a certain...interest for the material, yes."And that was it.Since then, Leandro always made his way to the back, just as he did now. His scent wafted past the storekeep's appreciative.