He dropped my legs and clasped them to the pole again, spreading me wider than before. The restraints dug into my skin, and the metal chilled the heat between my thighs, but nothing could pull my focus away from him. Nothing could stop me from anticipating what he was about to do.
He knelt between my thighs, his fingertips tracing the sticky streaks on my skin.
“This is yours,” he murmured with a chuckle, running his fingers over the dried c*m. “You touched yourself before coming to me, didn’t you? I knew it. Couldn’t wait.”
His voice was deep, smooth, and dirty, confident, sure.
“Tell me, muñeca. How did it feel?”
“It felt good…” I said softly, my voice trailing off as his tongue dragged along my folds. He teased, staying just outside of me, driving me crazy.
I shivered. “That feels
