Veronica Lovelust and her 50 Shades of Grey encounter…

I’m lying on my back on a wrought iron, four poster bed. I’m fully clothed but you’ve tied my hands and feet to each poster so struggle as I might, I am a prisoner on the bed. “If you scream, I’ll have to gag you.” you warn me. I shake my head quickly in silent consent that I will not scream. You climb onto the bed positioning yourself right between my legs. I am suddenly very aware of my predicament. I try to draw my legs up towards my body in an effort to protect my sex. You chuckle at my attempt and with a wolfish grin place a large hand on the insides of each thigh, holding my legs wide apart. I start to squirm in knowing anticipation of what is coming. And as I watch your head lower itself closer and closer to it’s target, my squirms become more animated, and soon my whole body is working to get away from you. You look up with annoyance and when you see the wide blue of my eyes, you find you’re amused by the fear, and perhaps, arousal? With sudden energy you lower head again, this time I feel the heat of your breath as it moves up the inside of my thigh, and then closer and closer to my pussy. I gasp as I feel you rake your teeth along my sensitive labia. Your breath is hot, your tongue hungrily probing, exploring it’s conquest. My breathing becomes quicker, and my muffled protests soon become moans of pleasure as you expertly delve into my folds, making my pussy wet and hungry – prepping my little box for your huge cock.
My pussy is all ready for you! Call me so you can tell me how you’re going to pound me. Hurry!

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