She sighed, beginning to feel relaxed. Unable to wait, my mutinous thighs parted prematurely. Something strange. I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside. Her lips were almost full. In moments, the rope slipped from her completely and a new sensation, of even more nakedness, even more vulnerability invaded her. And then, she felt something brush her lips. She wanted to cum now, more than she had ever desired anything in her life. A kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. Already defeated. |