I wanted her to stop but I couldn't speak - her knickers were balled up and stuffed in my mouth.
I strained against the handcuffs but they were really tight. I figured she mustn't have been paying much attention when she secured me because it was all wrong. I was uncomfortable and not in a good way. I tried to catch her eye as I tried to figure out what to do but she was far too interested in teasing my skin with her tongue to realise that my moans were real.
"Do you like that?" She purred.
And what she did next made my head swim. For a moment I forgot my discomfort and all I could think about was her, her fingers, her lips, her tongue. I thought I might pass out at this point, everything was becoming so vivid and she was still going. I was aching to touch her and she knew it. She kept brushing against me gently and then moving sharply away.
I laughed against the lace in my mouth. She was good.