Take Me I'm Yours

Mik Luv already knew she wanted the ropes. Vince Karter knew exactly how to tie them. He starts with her arms stretched overhead, cloth blindfold snug, ball gag slick against her tongue. Blind and bound, she can't see what’s coming, only feel it. His hands roam hard. Squeezes her tits, smacks her pussy, slaps her ass. He takes her throat, voice low and filthy, calling her every filthy name she’s been dying to hear. With one rough yank the tank top splits down the middle. He rips it the rest of the way off, palms bare skin. The blindfold comes off next. He wants her eyes on him when he feeds her his cock. The stretch makes her drool; he smears it over her face, then uses two thick fingers to fuck her throat with it. The same wet hand slides down, shoves inside her, comes back coated in her juice. He pushes it between her lips so she tastes herself. Vibrator on her clit, cock driving deep, he fucks her standing until her knees buckle. When he takes her to the bed and lashes her on her back, legs spread, control is total. Slaps to her tits, slaps to her cunt, fingers choking while he pounds. He straddles her face, feeds her every inch, then drops lower so her tongue can work his hole. She moans around him, messy and greedy. He flips her again, hog-tied this time, ass up, face down. The vibe returns. Each thrust knocks another cry out of her until the pressure snaps and she squirts hard, soaking the sheets. Vince doesn’t let up. He keeps driving, body weight pinning her, hips slapping skin. When he finally pulls out he paints her chest, neck, open mouth with thick ropes of cum. Then he milks the last drops onto his fingers and drags his still-hard cock across her throat, choking her one last time with the heat of it.