On her knees, servicing her master

There is a thrill of being in that position. Feeling the tightness of some improvised cuff, like a discarded tie from hours before. That warmth that fills you from the inside as you look up to see someone towering over you. But, you can’t move, well, you can but you can’t. Something holds you down on your knees, naked and exposed. Your shoulders ache just a little but that is all forgotten when he stands up in front of you.

The zipper is loud and the belt smacks you just a little as it opens. Then, that cock, glorious and proud. And there is only one thing you can do. Open your mouth and let it slid in, that silky hardness, the heat as it slips along your tongue and teases right up against the back of your throat.

You can move, but only your body. Your knees are bolted to the floor, by nothing more than gravity and passion. All you can do is bob down, to press your lips and nose against his flesh and feel the cock jumping inside your body.

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