DAVE
I sank deeper, my grip firm on her neck, with her body arching beneath me like she was made for this and like she was made for me. My head is light, but my senses were overloaded, drowning in the way she moves, the way her boobs dangled up and down, the way she gasped, and the way her nails dig into the sheet.
No art was as perfect as seeing her this way, bounded in chains for me.
She was my everything.
I adjusted the pussy clamp more firmer on her clit and her pussy closed tighter around my cock.
Her body was a perfect fit beneath mine, every curve pressed against me, every hole with an insert, and the shudder of pleasure made my blood run hotter. I could feel the way her pulse thrummed beneath my fingers, rapid and erratic, a silent plea wrapped in submission. My thumb stroked along the bone of her throat, and my hand pulled the collar on her neck tightly, making her choke harder. She loves it. I could see it in her eyes that she loved to be choked, half-lidded and dazed, mouth
