With almost no conversation at all, Henri returned to the fragrance of her sweet p***y, suckling there until she was writhing a little frantic. But ah! Her purring tones of contentment kept him there, exploring the bush of dark hair and the moistened flesh beyond. He held her legs wide open and made her keep them that way—almost as though he wanted her bound. She found this fascinating, pretending she was tied, reaching to anchor her hands to a bar above her head. Prevented from touching herself by this informal decree, she laughed at her plight, as her new lover made her his plaything.
“You like bondage, perhaps?” It almost sounded strange to hear him speak after so much silence.
“I like the way I feel,” she said.
“Then perhaps I should use ropes?”
All she could was do was smile as he
