Drop. Drop. Drop. Uncontrollably, saliva slowly drips down the edge of my lip. Carefully orchestrated, his ropes hold my mouth open and my body exactly where he wants it. Mischievous eyes staring at me, fingertips wandering, until they suddenly stop. Playfully dipping into the drops that collect on my inner thigh. His hand leaves my skin to rest again on the edge of my green lace panties. Tracing a line of lust.

ilMarchese76
08-09-2025 11:08:20h