Let Me Watch You Sleep With My Closest Friend

She knew that. The hardwood floor was cold against her warm, tender skin. She couldn’t think clearly. “Henry, come here and meet somebody,” he invited. After making 6 turns with the rope, he moved it between her wrists and wound it around the 6 loops, binding her helplessly in the process. “You’re a slave to your own desire. Strength. Muffled noises came from her throat as he tightened his grip on her head and continued the relentless gyrating of his hips. Her pussy was still buzzing from the orgasm, as the huge man backed away. Fear vanished and along with it, the shame, as she lifted her hips – and her glistening pussy – to greet every thrust. The bed beneath her was also damp, but she felt a warmth unlike anything she’d ever known. He lifted her again and dropped the end of the rope over the steel beam that held the punching bag in place.