F LESBOS: Sapho and Saphiqes stories I bind her wrists together behind her head, like she’s relaxing, elbows pointing out to either side. The leathe... cuffs on her wrists making it easy to attach red ribbons, holding them together tightly. Then I move to her legs. I grab some rope from the bag and run it under her, behind her lower back. I grab one of her ankles and lift her leg as high as I can, practically in her armpit. She wiggles in surprise but then allows it for fear of punishment. I take the rope from behind her lower back. Well educated and well spoken. I wanted for the longest time to drain my balls in her. I dreamed about what it would be like to fuck her, wet dreams. Sometimes when I would be fucking my girlfriend I would close my eyes and pretend that it was Mary that I was fucking. Any way Mary's husband would go out of town often and I would take care of the lawn or whatever else he wanted me to tend to. I would often finish the project and then sit with Mary and enjoy a glass of wine and talk. Many times. The dampness of her pubes (glistening with her juice and sweat) was increasing the tension around, reinforced by her stroking of my tool over my pants. Now her holes were blocked (one with my tongue and the other with her butt plug).I started to caress her boobs while keeping my eyes on her pussy. Using my thumb, I reached the location below her boobs and started to caress them. Her moans increased in intensity, as well as her boobs became slippery. My sexy boss began to arch down, tightening.
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