Loving The Bondage!

Bob loves a good game. This round he bound my wrists with one stocking, my legs with the other, then fed me that thick cock like it was on the menu. Every inch slid down my throat and I took it like the good girl I was. Being tied up got me soaked—his little fuck puppet, all spread open and dripping. When he pulled out, he painted my tongue with hot, creamy jets and I swallowed every drop like it was dessert. Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble he cooks up next.