Yes Master

She was patient and quiet with her wrists tied just right. Her friend thought it an odd request but smiled jealously and left the house when she learned why. The minutes ticked by like hours while she waited for him. Her legs tingled as the softness of the quilt bit into her knees. Moisture grew fresh between her legs as she imagined what he would do to her. It was pure pleasurable torture. He arrived, moving silently around her. She swallowed hard savoring every thrilling moment nearly cuming when he would brush his hands softly over her body.

Tied, Small, Fresh, Closed, Brush

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