Kostas surveyed his masterpiece with a critical eye and a throbbing c**k. Darya Pappas was by far the most exquisitely incredible woman he had ever been graced to be near. He knew he was a wicked, twisted, motherfucker with kinks and desires so f****d up most of his partners would run screaming from the room in terror. Yet, for every idea he had put forth, she had sunk into it with equally delicious depravity.
She was his perfect match. He knew he could be a switch for her, but he’d had doubts about how well she could truly switch for him, until this evening. Now, as he regarded her, her lipstick barely remaining, a bit of it smeared on her skin, her leather bra sliced open, her panties long gone, her boots tossed in the far corner, her body tied up with thick leather straps to the specia
