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ver my shoulder, he
slipped one of the pillows under my belly and mounted me from
behind. The different angle put more pressure on my clit, and I
writhed as he ground into me.
It was just as good the second time as it had been the
first. His cock felt even thicker because of the angle, and we
pounded at each other, me shoving up, him shoving down. I could
see in his mind that his eyes were fixed on my hands, twisted in
the cuffs, and the sight of them excited him unbearably. I
looked at them myself, and, much to my astonishment, began to
share his delight in the situation, in my helplessness. And
spicing my enjoyment was the thought that I'd soon have him in
the same situation.
Even as excited as we were, it took us much longer to come,
and when we did, it was long and glorious.
Luckily, he was tired after that. I, of course, fed his
exhaustion as much as I could, until he shot a look at the
bedside clock and decided he could afford to close his eyes for
fifteen minutes; it was still more than an hour to sunset.
I guess I don't even need to tell you I
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