Sandy lay stretched on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound by scarves to the bedposts. A cushion inserted under her buttocks pushed her mons above all parts of her; she could just make out the top of her slit beyond the curve of her belly. It was hard knowing how long shed been in this position, where Arthur had put her after fucking her over the armchair downstairs. He was down there now, having made some phone calls. Every now and then he climbed the wooden staircase to sit beside her. Sometimes hed stroke her body with the backs of his fingers, avoiding the places where she yearned for a touch until her pussy began leaking on the cushion. Then hed lean over and lick her shaven mons until she quaked with frustration while he looked down at her with taunting eyes. Another time he dotted her body with drips from an ice cube, alternating with hot, sucking kisses, culminating with extended teasing of her heaving breasts, the skin and flesh of her nipples contracting and expanding almost simultaneously.
As a result Sandy was still sweating and obsessed with the desire in her groin when there was a knock on the door downstairs. She heard Arthur greet two people with deep voices. He and the visitors climbed the stairs.
"Alright, princess, relief is here. Meet Tanya and Mitchell, friends of mine on the crew team." Sandy looked in awe. Tanya was a stunning strawberry blonde with high Slavic cheekbones and pale blue eyes. She stood well over six feet tall. She pulled off her tank top to reveal her well-muscled belly, broad shoulders, and firm breasts the size of cantaloupes. Her light blue lycra shorts showed the slit below her mons. Mitchell was even taller and as dark as unsweetened chocolate. His broad and chiseled chest was as hairless as his polished skull; she stared at the sizable bulge under his lycra shorts.
"Where to start? Guests first." Tanya peeled off her shorts and strode to the bed. "Youre very pretty, Sandy," she smiled as she climbed over the b... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
