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Mistress Adams let her piercing eyes do the talking, while pacing slowly around the naked man tied in the wooden frame. His wrists secured to the upper corners and his ankles tied to the bottom turned him into a human X. Her thigh-high boots clicked ominously on the wooden floor, moving closer to his torso and despite her height of only five-feet with five inches, her personality filled the space and overwhelmed his ego.
That’s what drew him in. The desire to be overpowered.
Her fingers moved slowly over his chest, digging into his flesh and stopping only to pinch and twist his nipples.
The cock was erect, just as Mistress Adams liked. Fondling the shaft elicited desirous groans, and she kissed him on the cheek, moved her lips to his mouth, and used her teeth to bite and graze his lower lip. Every point of contact mattered, creating:
Anticipation.
Of pain.
Of pleasure.
Mistress Adams blew softly into the stud’s ear and gripped his shaft, holding it tight as though encouraging an orgasm and causing him to groan, before letting him go helpless unable to release the arousal that was sending sweet pangs of sensuality throughout his body.
