James
…. and now she does move. As I penetrate her, she rises on the soles of her feet, her spine curving up and over against her restrained wrists. And the sound she makes…. somewhere between a gasp and a wail…
…. It’s a good sound….
Michael’s voice, “That’s a nice smile,” he says. “We must be doing something right, eh?”
I look up from my pleasant spot by her pussy. She’s reaching to kiss him, and he drops down to her, open-mouthed, fingering at her tautly crinkled nipples. She moans again through their joined lips and I help things along by turning my attention to her clit.
Small, red and nubbed, it slides under my tongue. So small a thing, so tiny a part of a woman’s body, but she reacts, wailing out, her thighs spreading as she offers herself to me.
She’s quaking. A palm against each of her thighs, her muscle tension transmits through….
…. She’s close….
…. but she’s not coming yet….