Fantastic Breasts And Where To Bind Them
Sometimes the right knots set us free.
It's art. Admiration of form. Her form. My naked, perspiring marionette twists on tiptoes, skin reddened to perfection, snarling, "Fuck!" I circle. Step in. Nip her ear. "More?" The delayed nod makes my heart thump. Her gasp pierces my bedroom as I cinch the ceiling pulley, notch by notch. Ropes loop her succulent pierced orbs, criss-cross that soft expanse of belly before plunging, miasmic arousal staining the fibres. I...