I was certainly up for that but the question came back to me; did she enjoy doing it?I liked going down on her and she liked having me do it. I enjoye... giving her pleasure but I also liked seeing her reaction. Did she get that same thrill from watching the stunned expression on my face when I pumped her mouth full of cum?We hadn't had a chance to talk about it yet but it was something I wanted to do. This was an important step in our relationship and I needed to know how she felt about it. Was. That was it's whole purpose in life. To strap someone down and fuck them. Looking more carefully I saw that the arms and rods were moveable. The adjustments didn't end there either. It appeared that the middle of the table could move up and down, the rods in and out, and the head support down and away.One could make any part of the person strapped to it exposed and vulnerable to whatever they wanted. The bartender stepped up to her head and softly stroked her with his hand. He was speaking. I feel your balls beginning to lift and tighten as you begin to empty your hot seed into my mouth. I eagerly swallow every last tasty drop as spurt after spurt coats my throat, your hips thrusting with wild abandon as you struggle against your restraints. As your tremors begin to wane, I move back up your body, leaving a trail of scorching hot kisses behind. I take your face in my hands and kiss you passionately, the taste of you lingering on my tongue. I reach down to unfasten the blindfold,. I love hearing those little squeals."I didn't say anything because if I did, I would say something I shouldn't. I hated getting splattered with bacon grease. It hurt every time it hits me, but I had no choice. I stepped up closer to the stove as the bacon started to sizzle and pop. And I started squealing. I know she loves my squeals, but it wasn't her that was getting burned by the grease splatters. I looked down at my little tits and saw the red dots forming. I had to turn to the side because.
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