shy love and Dick Richards

The want-ad said nothing about being bound and used. Dick missed the fine print and Shy Love was happy to point it out—starting with the knot she tied around his wrists. She looked like any strict brunette executive, but every item of business attire hid a strap or cuff. By the time the first slap of the paddle landed, his clothes were gone and his skin was already burning. She rode him on the desk until the wood creaked, then dragged him to the chair and bound him again, face down, ass up. Sweat dripped from her athletic thighs onto his back while she took every hole she wanted, hard and fast. When she finally let him loose he thought the worst was over, but she simply pointed to the floor. On his knees he crawled in slow circles, cock aching, while her heels tracked dark bruises across his shoulders. The chair stayed quiet, but the welts on his ass told the whole story.