Perverted psychiatrist fucked You feel me grasping and guiding your wrists firmly, you allow your hands to be raised to the wrist restraints hanging from the door.
You hear him take a deep sip of bubbly, you can’t help but speculate what is next and feel a hot thirst building.
Perverted psychiatrist fucked A tug of hot desire reawakens deep inside of your core as you feel my dominance, your pussy begins to tingle with desire, while I ever so slowly strap your willing wrists to be bound. You smell the sweet tang of cologne mixed with champagne, The whiff is intoxicating your senses further while he tugs the restraints tight and high. Was that just the smooth tip of his randy cock sliding against your ass cheek while being hiked up? Such a tease! So smooth and hard! By the time he has you, the tingle you first felt has now become slick with your warm nectar coating your inner thighs.
“Will my Sir give me a sip of champagne”, you plead?
“Only in due time,! ” I snap.
“Now, spread your legs”
Perverted psychiatrist fucked You cannot see, but now only feel the curve of the leather belt against your cheek. It slides ever so painstakingly slow along your naked body; from the curve of your chin, along your neck and shoulder, down to the small of your back, over your buttock, then briefly in between your legs. You arch your smooth ass, to move your hungry clit against the curve of the smooth leather, where you squirm with pleasure and delight. Your moist elixir easily coats the leather, but I quickly pull it away and move along the inside of your thigh.
“Ohhhhh…….” A soft moan escapes your lips.
Perverted psychiatrist fucked I lovingly lick the end of the quirt, tasting your nectar.
Now, the belt has moved lower to your ankles. You can feel the tap…tap…tap as you are coerced to spread your heels further apart.
The ankle straps are now buckled just above your delicate heels; you are now trussed firmly and beg, “How will my Sir punish me tonight,?”
“With pleasure,” I growl.
Perverted psychiatrist fucked Immediately you feel the business end of my belt lash against your buttocks. Once, twice, three times. You cry out as the searing lash first burns, then your body convulses, bucking beautifully against the door while your skin prickles and the marks turn a nice rosy red!
