Sinful Lust Stories
He licked, nipped, and teased at my tits, which was his personal meal.
I was moaning so loud I forgot about the neighbours. I didn’t care.
And when he finally let go of the clamps, blood rushed back, pain turned into bliss, and I almost came just from that, just from my tits being used and tortured.
No cock. No fingers. Just clamps and his hands.
And I think… I’d beg him to do it again.
You know what’s worse than clamps? Being sent home dripping wet and aching for a lovely thick cock, and told to “think about what I had done."