touching the silky skin, a blue spark flying off his fingertip onto her skin. She jumped slightly from his touch, but she didn't move. He looked down at her body, nice firm tits beneath the thin negligee, nipples hard and pointed already apparent.
Her hands were in her lap, but he saw the lovely legs naked before him. Cynthia was correct; the woman had a desirous body.
His hand slid under her neck, forcing her head up to look at him.
She felt his fingers around her neck, a tremor of fear, large fingers capable of choking her if he desired. Kiley felt his other hand grab her hair, pulling it back, feeling the follicles pull from her scalp until her head was almost pointed up at the ceiling, staring into his face.
Both hands went around her neck, his lips coming down until she felt him kiss her forehead. His kiss was soft, but his hands on her neck was demanding and scaring her. Her body didn't know how to respond. Her body froze as his hand slid over her upper chest, her naked upper chest. She felt it find one of the spaghetti straps and slid it off of her shoulders. She couldn't see, but she felt one side of the negligee slipping down. Was one of my breasts naked for him already?
Bill looked down at her, the negligee ready to slip off and reveal her lovely breast. First he wanted her more secure. He pulled her arms behind her, grabbing her at her elbows and bending them behind the chair until her wrists met. The chair was equipped for her enslavement, a pair of handcuffs dangling through one of the chair slats. It took only a second to snap them shut on her wrists. Kiley made no attempt to stop him, in fact it was almost as if she welcomed it.
Kiley's panties would have been drenched if she were wearing any, but the moment he bound her wrists behind her back it, her pussy was 68
soaked in desire. She hadn't noticed the handcuffs on the chair, but she felt the cold metal dig into her wrists. When he released her arms, she was bound, unable to move her hands. She pressed her legs together tight, her back straight, her breasts feeling like they were protruding obscenely. She saw him as he moved in front of her, staring down at her, Kiley helpless and half naked for him. She shivered in fear when his hand touched her leg, large fingers sliding behind her knee. She didn't fight him as he pulled one of her legs up until her foot could sit on the edge of the chair set. He looked down at her as she felt the rush of air between her legs. Kiley knew the negligee did no good any longer with her leg up high. Her pussy was opened up. She expected him to step back and admire the view, but she stared into his face as his hand descended on her naked chest, sliding back and forth until one spaghetti strap was pushed completely of her shoulders and slid down her arm. He moved behind her, holding her head back to stare into his eyes, but she knew one of her breasts were free of the flimsy garment and was exposed.
Bill caressed her neck, his face moving close to hers, hearing her rapid breathing, but his hand slid down until he found her naked breast, his hand cupping the full, firm flesh. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as his fingers caressed and explored every inch of it, her nipple not immune to his touch, springing to a greater hardness as his fingers gripped the hard, rubbery flesh tightly.
Kiley was ready to cum by time his hand left her naked breast, feeling the excitement of being bound and so casually caressed. She didn't dare move her leg as his hand slid down over her belly. She couldn't contain her own lust when his fingers sought out her open and wet pussy, two fingers sliding along her slit, up and down with such pleasure. She moaned loudly, her one leg on the chair bowing out wider to give him greater access to all that she had. She felt the sudden disappointment when his hands left her wet and wanting.
Bill walked in front of her, seeing the lust in her eyes. His hand went for her other leg, but she was already
Her hands were in her lap, but he saw the lovely legs naked before him. Cynthia was correct; the woman had a desirous body.
His hand slid under her neck, forcing her head up to look at him.
She felt his fingers around her neck, a tremor of fear, large fingers capable of choking her if he desired. Kiley felt his other hand grab her hair, pulling it back, feeling the follicles pull from her scalp until her head was almost pointed up at the ceiling, staring into his face.
Both hands went around her neck, his lips coming down until she felt him kiss her forehead. His kiss was soft, but his hands on her neck was demanding and scaring her. Her body didn't know how to respond. Her body froze as his hand slid over her upper chest, her naked upper chest. She felt it find one of the spaghetti straps and slid it off of her shoulders. She couldn't see, but she felt one side of the negligee slipping down. Was one of my breasts naked for him already?
Bill looked down at her, the negligee ready to slip off and reveal her lovely breast. First he wanted her more secure. He pulled her arms behind her, grabbing her at her elbows and bending them behind the chair until her wrists met. The chair was equipped for her enslavement, a pair of handcuffs dangling through one of the chair slats. It took only a second to snap them shut on her wrists. Kiley made no attempt to stop him, in fact it was almost as if she welcomed it.
Kiley's panties would have been drenched if she were wearing any, but the moment he bound her wrists behind her back it, her pussy was 68
soaked in desire. She hadn't noticed the handcuffs on the chair, but she felt the cold metal dig into her wrists. When he released her arms, she was bound, unable to move her hands. She pressed her legs together tight, her back straight, her breasts feeling like they were protruding obscenely. She saw him as he moved in front of her, staring down at her, Kiley helpless and half naked for him. She shivered in fear when his hand touched her leg, large fingers sliding behind her knee. She didn't fight him as he pulled one of her legs up until her foot could sit on the edge of the chair set. He looked down at her as she felt the rush of air between her legs. Kiley knew the negligee did no good any longer with her leg up high. Her pussy was opened up. She expected him to step back and admire the view, but she stared into his face as his hand descended on her naked chest, sliding back and forth until one spaghetti strap was pushed completely of her shoulders and slid down her arm. He moved behind her, holding her head back to stare into his eyes, but she knew one of her breasts were free of the flimsy garment and was exposed.
Bill caressed her neck, his face moving close to hers, hearing her rapid breathing, but his hand slid down until he found her naked breast, his hand cupping the full, firm flesh. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as his fingers caressed and explored every inch of it, her nipple not immune to his touch, springing to a greater hardness as his fingers gripped the hard, rubbery flesh tightly.
Kiley was ready to cum by time his hand left her naked breast, feeling the excitement of being bound and so casually caressed. She didn't dare move her leg as his hand slid down over her belly. She couldn't contain her own lust when his fingers sought out her open and wet pussy, two fingers sliding along her slit, up and down with such pleasure. She moaned loudly, her one leg on the chair bowing out wider to give him greater access to all that she had. She felt the sudden disappointment when his hands left her wet and wanting.
Bill walked in front of her, seeing the lust in her eyes. His hand went for her other leg, but she was already
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