It was Valentine’s Day when she asked, “Would you show me the depth of your darkness?”
My response “I will neither be soft, or slow, my precious one. But if it is your true want.”
Bound with her skin on display.
Her wanting whimpers echo, as my whip flutters and cracks forcefully against her flesh. Yet, still, her desire drips down her thighs.
As my leather cuts the air, welting her smooth canvas, she screams in frenzied excitement, causing my erection to throb and pulse, repeating with each delicious stroke.
Moaning together, our hunger palpable. Her devouring, an inevitable pleasure.
