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Fay’s eyes blinked as she awakened. The lights in their hotel room were still on. The first thing she saw, inches in front of her, was Billy’s handsome profile. She looked down toward his body and saw that he was lying on his back totally naked. She made note that, in his sleep, his cock had softened. It still glistened from the oiling she had administered earlier. She smiled as she realized that, naked, he remained as firm and muscled as he was on the morning after they first met and she invited him to shower in her hotel room. With a little more hair he could be the stunt double for the Michelangelo’s David, she thought.Her eyes shifted leftward. She too was naked save for a leather bikini bra, the edges of its cups lined with silvery studs, still tied in place. “Thank God,” she muttered softly to herself, “without the bra in this harsh light he might notice I could be starting to sag a little.” Then, she spotted the matching thong on the bed between the two seks hikayeleri of them, and smiled. My bad-ass biker bikini, she thought, and I look damn hot in it. The earlier details of their evening rushed back to her.She turned her body to face Billy and pushed herself up on her elbow. She spotted the loose wrappings of pink yarn still circling each of Billy’s wrists. She glanced further down his body and saw that his ankles were similarly wound. She stretched her neck and peered across his face. A red ball gag lay on the bed next to his head. She recalled that, while it had limited his ability to speak, it hadn’t stifled his moans of pleasure. She began to giggle at the memory, and heard Billy’s breath hitch. Good, he’s waking, she thought as she leaned toward him and ran the tip of her tongue through the geometry of his ear. His eyes opened.“Hi, Sweetie,” she whispered.His reply was groggy and delayed. “Ummm… sex hikayeleri hi, Baby. Was I, ah, sleeping?”“Yep, you were. The kinky sex wore you out?”“Uh… Well, maybe. That, and the seven hours of driving to Albuquerque from Oklahoma.”She rolled over him and met his lips with hers. Her tongue stroked his mouth and remained for a long moment, exploring.“Mmmmmmm,“ he mustered.“You feel so good, Billy.”“Not as good as you do, Fay.” He wrapped his arms around her. ”So, what put you up to it?”“Put me up to…?” Sounding totally innocent.Billy quirked an eyebrow, “Where did that all come from?”“Oh! You mean me tying you up?”“Yeah, that.” He breathed her in and licked the corner of her mouth. “And gagging me. And tightly wrapping that itchy, rough cord over my nipples and around my back.”“Ah, that.” Fay tapped her chin with a finger. “Are you also referring to when I spread the cord to expose your nips and put clips and weights on them?”“Yeah, you can include that.”“And when I dribbled hot candle wax on your cock?”“Uh huh.”“You know, the wax is gone now? It all broke off when I was massaging you.”“Massaging? You mean when you stroked and edged me, incessantly, until I came all over myself?”“Yep, I cleaned you all up, just like any good girl should,” she replied with a lilt as she first stroked his chest with her fingers, then licked it as she had earlier.“You won’t fool me with that good girl facade,” Billy replied smiling. “But really, where in fucking hell did the idea for all of that come from?”“What? You didn’t like it?”“I fucking loved it, Fay. But it was all so new for us. How did you come up with it?”“Didn’t you like it when I played with myself, slowly, until I orgasmed, while you watched?”“Of course, I did.”“Could you tell how wet I was?”“Your hands and pussy were drenched.”“Could you see my swollen clit?”“I could.”“Did you watch me make little circles around it with my middle finger?”“Yes, with your fuck finger.”“Mmmm, yeah, my fuck finger.” Fay undulated her hips, squirming in remembrance. “Did you watch me lick my juices off my fuck finger?”“That was so hot.” Billy pressed his hips up in response.
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