Abani lets out a relaxed sigh and pulls herself forwards before settling comfortably on top of you, her pelvis pulled up far enough to keep it out of reach of your throbbing erection.
Your hips thrust up into the air anywhere, and Abani's body distracts you while Nilaya uses a pair of belts to tie your wrists to the bed-posts above your head.
While Nilaya resumes her nearby seat, Abani leans her head forwards in order to speak into your ear.
"Do you want to fuck me? To shove your cock into my pussy and pound my brains out?"
When she pauses long enough to make it seem she actually expects an answer, you nod your head jerkily, not trusting your voice to come out right.
Her breath puffs into your ear as she continues in a mockingly sweet voice.
"I could let you... But then you'd cum, wouldn't you?"
She purposefully blows into your ear, making you shudder.
She begins tracing kisses from your ear down to your neck, then back up to your other ear. Her voice snaps out with a cruel note.
"...And you're not allowed to cum."
Her lips fasten on your earlobe and she idly sucks at it, her hands casually rubbing your body's more sensitive spots.
Her lips break free of your ear with a pop.
"You could always try to convince me otherwise... there's a pair of designer jeans I've had my eye on..." |