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Date: 4/21/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: spice16, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

this, I promise you, so don't fight it." He lay back on the bed, panting, and looked at her. Even in the dim light, her own excitement was obvious. She bent down and picked up two large, slightly worn bath towels from the floor. Sitting down, she laid the folded towels on the bed beside him. "Turn away from me for a moment and let me slip this under you." He turned as far onto his side as the bonds would allow, and she spread the towels beneath him, smoothing them out. Her warm hand brushed against his back, as if to smooth away the tension there as well. "All right, now roll back this way." She walked around the bed, pulled the towels out beneath him and smoothed them across the bed. There was now a layer of warm, soft terrycloth beneath him from his neck almost to his knees. Puzzled, he watched her as she walked back to the other side of the bed. She picked up a small, heavy ceramic bowl from the floor and set it on the bedside table. And then, standing beside the bed, she began, very slowly, to caress herself. Her hands ran, teasingly, from her collarbone over her breasts, circling from the outside toward the center. Her eyes were nearly closed. Her back arched slightly and her shoulders moved from side to side as her fingers moved inwards. She held first one nipple, then the other, and pulled them slightly outwards against the fabric of the tank top. Then her hands continued their slow, languourous travel, making their way downwards. Her fingers slid inside the ... waistband of her panties. Her eyes opened slightly and she watched him with a smile as she wiggled her hips, very slightly, and slid her hands farther under the fabric, but then, instead of continuing to the center, she slid her hands against her sides, stepped back a bit, and slowly, slowly pushed the panties down. As she worked the panties down, farther and farther, she stepped back a bit more from the bed so that he could see her. He strained against the ties as he lifted his head to watch. She wiggled her hips and the panties slid the rest of the way to the floor. Quickly, she bent over and picked them up, rubbing the fabric between her hands. "My goodness, I wonder why these are so damp? Do you want to feel it, Michael?" -- bringing the soft fabric up against his cheek as he turned his head away. "No? Ah well, no loss. Now, we need to do something about you, don't we?" And with that, she dropped the panties to the floor. Her hand traced a path up his left leg, caressing him, gradually working upwards. When she reached the elastic on the leg of his briefs, she slid two gentle fingertips underneath it, tracing the path of the elastic across his leg, feeling the coarser hair beneath, teasing him, coming close to where his bulge began, but never quite touching it. He turned slightly towards her and made a soft sound. Her fingers slid a bit farther beneath the fabric, then withdrew. She drew the backs of her fingernails across his belly, very gently, and watched the skin flutter and ...