Sex Stories Bondage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their strength and grace, a perfect balance, was a dance I yearned to master. “Bind him,” Liam instructed, and Marcus tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. Liam knelt between my legs, his fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my ass with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” he murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my cock, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. Marcus straddled my face, lowering his wet cock to my mouth, and I licked eagerly, sucking his tip as he moaned, his precum coating my tongue.

she told him. “Yes, you can. You just need a few minutes to relax.” She frowned beneath her mask. He said he would stop if she told him to, but now he was refusing. “I know what you’re thinking,” he told her, the amusement echoing in his soft tone. “The point of bondage is to push beyond your comfort zone, to force a deeper satisfaction than you ever thought you could experience. You just need a few minutes to relax before we start again.” Sandra’s frown remained. She didn’t think she could endure more, she was spent, her arms hurt, and her legs ached.

And that little sex in the gym was just an appetizer, for fucking real. Her long brown hair that always made me fucking think of naked sirens was ruffled, pouring down the sides of her face and back. Her slender arms were stretched away from her body by thick ropes coiled around her soft skin, and her big, mouthwatering breasts bounced each time she squirmed against the ropes. Fuck, she looks so sexy in bondage. Sexier than usual. Her naked curves made my cock strain with all its aggressive might against my sports sweat pants as her soft and thick parted thighs led down to her naked legs and ankles stretched apart with more ropes and restraining coils. Her pussy was open, exposed and surrend

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

orgasm squirting around his wrist, ass milking load from him. Bedroom bondage harder: Wrists and ankles to bedposts with belts, spread crucifixion. Dean mounted, cock spearing pussy, then adding vibrator in ass on max vibrations thrumming bones. He choked, bit tits bloody, spanked clit with crop from drawer. "Rape me harder break the bed!" Frame splintered under slams; climaxes chained, her wails deafening "Cumming endlessly, fill me!" cum erupting as wood cracked.

The fullness of him grounds me after the airy chaos of the wand. He fucks me with a desperate, possessive rhythm. His chest presses against my bound back. His hands grip the ropes on my chest, using them like reins to pull me back against him. "Feel that?" he grunts, driving deep. "That’s me, taking what’s mine. Giving myself to you." "Yes," I sob, pushing back against him. "Yes, Dominik. Harder. I love you." We move together, a tangle of rope and sweat and friction. The smell of ozone mixes with the scent of sex.

She moaned into his mouth as his tongue plunged down her throat. She felt his hands about her waist, realized that he was battling with her skirt and tights. She lifted her hips, tried to dislodge his weight but the movement only aided his task as he pushed the layers of material over her hips and down her thighs. Then he gave her the release she sought. Drawing back, his fingers pulled her clothes down to her ankles. Her boots stopped him, but only for a moment. Then she was naked. Totally naked in this stranger's bed. With her arms trapped behind her back, she could not move enough to sit up. He smiled down at her as he reached behind him. "You like ropes?" It was a rhetorical question. Ki

The music was heavy, slow, the kind that matched the rhythm of bodies moving in shadow. I moved deeper, my heels clicking against polished wood until the floor beneath my feet became plush carpet, to my left, a woman in crimson lingerie straddled a man in a suit, his hands gripping her hips as if anchoring himself, their moans were swallowed by the bass, to my right, a couple kissed like they were trying to breathe each other in, hands everywhere. It was chaos, It was heaven, It was my vibe.

She licks her plumped up lips and then dips her head to my chest. Her tongue darts out and the tip flutters over my taut peak, tightening it further. Liquid fire roars through my veins and I involuntarily tug on the chains again. I doubt this bondage act is for my benefit, per se—I believe it’s to sate Jameson’s voyeuristic fetish. But, oh, Lord. It does offer an element of the forbidden, and that is damn sexy. So, too, is the fact that I’m obviously the centerpiece in this enticing feast.

He could just imagine her reaction if he told her that he felt that fucking around would be unfaithful to Jasper Compton. The bedroom door was open, and Reid paused on the threshold to take in the scene before him. “Well, well,” he drawled. “Hello, Gregory. Marcella your shibari is improving.” The beta was on his knees on the mattress, with each wrist and foot bound to a corner of the bed. The rope around each ankle continued up his shins to his knees in decorative twists and turns of yellow silk, before looping to the bedframe below, preventing the beta from sliding down onto his stomach. His arse was pointed towards the door, the position revealing both the beta’s balls clasped by a stretc