He is
undoing the hook that is holding my arms above my head. Milf sex “Aaahh…” I snap my mouth shut, and I hear his breathing quicken in response to my
uncontrolled outburst. I tip my head back and close my eyes, letting out a deep sigh as he
nibbles at my neck. Suddenly a
sharp, biting pain explodes in my forearm. Leather straps biting my tender flesh, which by the way, is completely exposed, my
clothes are gone. He pulls my wrist to
him, and runs his tongue up my forearm, lapping up my blood. I tip my head back and close my eyes, letting out a deep sigh as he
nibbles at my neck. He is
undoing the hook that is holding my arms above my head. His familiarity is puzzling me, I just can’t
place him…His crisp white shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loosened. When he enters me with one, and then two slick, bloody
fingers, I can feel myself reaching climax, my senses overloaded, feeling him inside me, and
my cock deep
