Feeling it awaken, hardening, as I circle the tip of my finger around it.My fingers removed, I raise them in front of you. You stare at it, your juice... glistening on the tip. I wipe my finger on your neck, like perfume. The flowery fragrance of your Armani Code mixed now with a musky, earthier, needier scent.Your only response is to groan softly, silently willing my fingers to return. And return they do. Pushed roughly inside your knickers, my hand cupping your sex. Two fingers pushed inside. I'm still standing in the doorway."Well, come on in Honey. Come on in and sit right down!" Do I have a choice?" I'm finding the combination of his polite tone and the fact I'm handcuffed confusing, to say the least.He laughs. "Gee, you Brits are all so droll. Nope, you ain't got no choice at all. And, to make sure you stay put, you get strapped to the chair here, too."So, he takes my cuffs off and clips each wrist to the chair. The chair is comfortable and heavy. As Gerry would say, the chair. She increased her moaning..i was in the heaven …i move forward and dig my face in her cunt..i was rubbing my nose n lips on her cunt …..Her Clear pussy cleanly shaved..without a single hair on it ..i started kissing on her pussy and the area Near it Now I started giving HER erotic massage with my fingers on her abdomen and her pussy,she was giggling and moaning and said,’Ouch kya kar raha hai?Mujhe bahut gudgudee ho rahi hai. I kissed her pussy and there was an erotic odour coming from her. “Holy shit you’re wet,” there is an incredulous tone in your voice. “All you, baby.” I grin back. “Although I can’t help but notice I’m at a disadvantage.” You look confused, but as I roll you over and straddle you, your eyes widen. I pull your hands so you’re sitting up against me, and take your shirt off over your head. I lean into you and kiss you gently, slowly grinding my ass into your hardening cock. My palms find their way onto your chest and my nails scrape your smooth skin as I push.