The mouth, kissing hard, pushes at me, tongue pushing inwards. I meet it. Opening to welcome this stranger. Blindfolded I might be, but he smells clean, wholesome, fuckable.
“Touch me," I say. “I get it. You can´t speak. But I can. Touch me. Suck my t**s. I want to be fucked."
There is a sharp intake of breath, and I feel, lower down, the growing hardness of an erection pressing against me. The fingers are unbuttoning my top, releasing my breasts. In my mind, I imagine myself, in my little black wrap-around skirt - so easy to remove – bare-breasted, with the red silk blindfold, straddle-legged in the cuffs and arms stretched upwards, bound at the wrists.
My p***y is flowing. I must look red hot to them. Who is going to f**k me? How many are going to f**k me?
The halter-neck top falls f
