Bound in Passion

Round two was a frenzy. We barely paused, our bodies slick with sweat. I took her from behind, her hips high, my hands gripping her waist as I drove into her with unrestrained force. Each thrust drew a moan, her body rocking back to meet me, the bed creaking under our weight. I spanked her lightly, the sharp sound spurring her on, her skin flushing pink. We pushed each other to the limit, her orgasms outpacing mine, until we were both spent, panting in the tangled sheets. She left for home with my scent still on her, per my whispered request, her panties trapping our secret.

Our next meeting was even bolder. We learned each other’s triggers – her love for rough nipple play that left her gasping, my weakness for her slow, teasing oral skills that brought me to the brink.

Blindfolded and wrists loosely bound, she surrendered to the game, her body quivering under sharp spanks that turned her skin a fiery red. Her curves were a masterpiece, her backside a temptation I couldn’t ignore. She’d been hesitant, citing past discomfort and my size, but the restraints tipped the scales.

“Go easy,” she whispered, her voice a mix of fear and desire. “Please.”

I nodded, coating myself with her own arousal for lubrication, wanting her to feel every inch without pain. I pressed against her, slow and steady, her tight resistance giving way bit by bit. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body tensing as I inched deeper, the heat and pressure overwhelming. I paused often, letting her adjust, her soft whimpers guiding my pace. When she finally relaxed, her hips tilted back, urging me on. I moved with care, each thrust deeper, her moans shifting from pain to pleasure. Her hands, bound, gripped the headboard, her body trembling as we found a rhythm.

“More,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

I gripped her hips, increasing my pace, the sensation of her tightness gripping me pushing me closer to the edge. She cried out, her body shuddering through a climax that pulled me with her. I released, the intensity blinding, staying inside until she signaled she was ready. As I eased out, her body sighed, marked by our connection. A warm rinse soothed her, and she teased me about my “aftercare tips” being a ploy for round three.

Our affair burns hot, with fantasies still to explore – maybe a third player down the line. For now, we chase the rush, guilt-free, lost in the thrill of the forbidden.

We’re thankful to share this tale, hoping it inspires others to embrace their own desires with reckless abandon.

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