Anniversary Captive Surprise

Tina forgot her phone at the restaurant. While she’s gone, Vonka strips down, ready for their usual anniversary fuck. Then the door opens. Hands grab her. Rope bites into her wrists and ankles. A cloth covers her eyes. She kicks and curses, naked and helpless on the bed. Tina walks in, phone in hand. She drops it on the dresser and steps close enough for Vonka to feel the heat of her body. No blindfold on Vonka now—just her lover, black hair spilling over one shoulder, beard shadow darkening her jaw. Tina smiles, low and sharp. “Happy anniversary,” she says, voice thick with promise. Vonka’s pulse hammers. The ropes don’t give. Tina climbs onto the bed, swings a thigh over Vonka’s face, and drops into a perfect sixty-nine. Her tongue drags slow and filthy along Vonka’s slit while her own slick heat hovers inches from Vonka’s mouth. Bound and breathless, Vonka arches up, tongue greedy, tasting the gift Tina planned all along.