He gripped at the soft hemp bindings round his arms, snugly bent and bound behind the back of the chair, ankles bound to the legs. His eyes were bound with black satin while his mouth hung open, every muscle almost painfully tight, begging her for release as she rode him. He so desperately craved to …
Lapping delicious nectar Spreading her luscious lips Tongue's ebb and flow Fingers work, gentle strokes Above him, insatiable groans Cheeks flustered, flushed rose Hooded eyes, teeth bite Feasted limbs shiver and quake A sacred cry, his name a prayer On her sated, rosebud lips * Violet Grey Copyright, 2018 - Life of Violet All Rights …
Becoming Violet Grey 