My arms were pulled over my head and my wrists fastened together. She took my hands and palced them on her pussy trapping me there allowing me to feel...the heat and wetness. The panties were removed from my face and I could see her looking down at me. She was kneeling on a foot stool. Slowly she leant forward, lowering her nipples to my mouth. As I opened my mouth to taste them she pulled away laughing at me. She straddled my face, ordering me not to move my mouth or to lick her. It was agony, I. Her anus relaxed with the constant pressure and movement of his fingers, until she opened up and swallowed his digits whole. Declan allowed the outer Sara to feel what her shadow self was feeling. She groaned. It burned and hurt, but the pressure was wonderful. Her own pussy was flooding at the feelings going through her. “YES!” she screamed, “More!” “Tell me what you want,” he asked her. “In my ass...I want you in my ass,” she groaned. “What do you want in your filthy, lying ass?” he. My back encounters something soft and yielding and yet firm, till I can no longer move backwards. I stand there unsure of what is to come next, so I shiver when he captures my hands in his. My wrist are crossed, and then I feel something silken surround them, binding my hand together. He slowly rotates my arms up over my head. And holds them there. I feel the heat from his body, he must only be inches away. I whimper softly, I want to touch him, but in this my needs are first and yet last."Lift. " He slowly started to withdraw, and in that moment the pain ebbed and the pleasure came flooding in. "Fuck. Yes." "How does that feel, baby?" "Holy fuck. Yes. Fuck me." He thrust into me slowly again, on hand on my shoulder pulling me down on his cock. The pain was still there, but it had receded under the sublime sensations I was experiencing as Philip fucked me slowly, grinding his hips into my ass, murmuring with quickened breath. "Fuck, yes. Christ, you feel so good." "Fuck me, baby. Ohhh,.