Bound To Be Good

Sweet Thing was as limp as a rag doll as I unbuckled the spreader bar from her ankles. The image will forever be etched in my brain how she looked lying there, her legs spread wide to my gaze, her pussy gaping open where the dildo had been, juices from her lust draining from within. I have never seen such a sexy sight.

When she recovered, I removed the cuffs from her wrists. While she put herself back together, I gathered my tools and toys. As I dropped her off at her car, she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks,” she said, “for the best sex I never had.”