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She feels the softness of a silk ribbon being wrapped around her face, and then her eyes blocking out what little light there is left. She gasps as he fastens the ribbon behind her head, careful not to tangle her hair. Then he wraps her wrist and secures them to the back of the chair. The ribbons are tight but smooth, not constricting and even though she is secure, she could wiggle out of them if she wanted. “I like what you are wearing”, he whispers. batman escort He runs his hand along the hem of her short black dress, the material almost as soft as the ribbons that bind her, black heels. It’s only a matter of time before he finds out what is under her dress. He crosses the room, his feet scuffing on the carpet, she hears the clinking of wine glasses as she waits in total darkness for him.She feels his hand slip around her ankles, he gently lifts her leg and kisses the black stilettos off her feet. She feels the wetness of his tongue trace little circles around her ankles and up her calves. His lips caress and kiss up over he knees, over the hem of her dress and up her chest, over her breast until she fells his warm breath on her cheek. Her lips part, longing to kiss him, her body shifting to find him in the dark. “Open your mouth”, he whispered. Without hesitation her mouth opens as if she were controlled by a remote. Sticky sweet wine falls over her tongue, the syrupy liquid trickles out the corners of her mouth and lands in drops and runs down her cleavage. She moans and tilts her head back wanting more. The tension from the ribbons that bind her feet are being unwoven from her ankles, and his gentle hands help her from the chair to her knees. She feels him push the tip of his stiff and slick cock against bingöl escort her lips. The sweetness of his precum mixed with red wine sends a shiver down her back and she arches to take him into her mouth. He withdraws and bounces the tip against her lips teasing her as her mouth searches the darkness for more. He stands her up, arms and wrist still wrapped in blue silk ribbons, he hooks a collar around her neck and weaves a long blue ribbon into its eyelet. Wrapping the ribbon around his arm and wrist he gently drags her toward the bed. Her arms above her head, he secures her wrist to the hardwood spindle that frames all four corners of the bed. He works a short soft rope in through the loops of the ribbon and fastens it to the top of the post. “Stay still”, he whispers. “I am going to cut this lovely dress from your body”. She shudders as she feels the blades of the scissors against her skin, and soon she hears him cutting into the material of her black velvet dress, the dress that hides her body from his gaze. First the shoulders of the dress are cut away, the dress slips down her body exposing her black lace bra, her nipples erect from the sudden coolness of the room. Goosebumps suddenly pop up all over her arms as he continues. She is so aroused and it’s very evident when the dress falls to the floor in a puddle at her bitlis escort feet to expose a damp wet spot in the front of her black lace panties. He is on his knees in front of her, he cups her ass cheeks with both hands and pulls her into him sinking his nose into the wet patch of her panties. He takes in a long deep sniff and sighs against the soft fabric drinking her scent into his mind.She moans against his face, just the thought of him being so close drives her wild with desire. He sighs deeply and twist his fingers into the elastic of her g-string pulling it aside to reveal her swollen clit. “What do you need”? he whispers. “I need you” she pants, her breast heaving against the hardness of the spindle that binds her to him. He pushes his tongue into her slippery folds and sucks her clit into his mouth. Her breath catches in her throat as he licks and swirls his tongue around her swollen and hard clit. She moans grateful to be tied to the bedpost as she would surly collapse against his mouth. It feels like every nerve in her body just rushed all at once to that space just under his tongue. She felt as if she were on fire. He groans against her clit forcing her upon her tippytoes, she is so close to orgasm that her body reaches out for more. He sweeps his tongue back and forth, fast, then slow and suddenly her knees buckle under her. He helps keep her balanced by holding her hips with his hands, he can feel her heat on his taste buds. Her legs twist under her as her fingers reach out trying to find a center. Waves of pleasure wash over and over her until there is calm, he stops and looks at her. Her face is flushed and her eyes are sparkling.

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