With a grunt and a grimace, he drops down over her, supporting himself on his hands. Charlotte is still in convulsions. “Yellow!” she yells.
Swiftly, he extracts the vibe and she relaxes, panting. Her ass glowing scarlet, contrasting with the green of the silk tying her hands….
Who says ‘Red and green should never be seen….’
“I’d say that makes it your turn,” says Michael, swiping sweaty hair back from where it flops over his forehead.
“I’d say you’re right.” Unbelting, I release my shaft, which all but springs to freedom, then leaning over her, murmur close by her, “Alright, Charlotte?” Her voice is quavering, her breathing still jerky, but, “Yes Master. I’m fine.”
“Good.” And I glide into her, taking it easy. It doesn’t matter. After the performance I just watched I’m on a hair tri
