小月娘

I was tied up with my hands behind my back, sitting in a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with the bustling street outside visible through the curtain. He was kneeling in front of me, and as his head drew closer, a warm breath caressed my vulva, making the already moist area seem to secrete even more liquid. He blew a mouthful of air, stroking my smooth private parts before his warm lips attached themselves to me. His agile tongue teased my clitoris, and my breathing quickened, becoming coarser with each passing moment. I couldn't help but let out some fragmented moans, and the sound of water grew louder. My legs tried to close, but were forced to stay open, and with my hands tied, I could only shake my head and say no. "You don't want it, yet your body is responding. You're more honest than you think," he said, lifting his head, with some water still on his lips. When he spread my legs again, I was met with his calloused fingers, which thrust into me with intense force, making my pleasure explode instantly. The water gushed out, splashing everywhere as his fingers moved in and out of me. "I... can't take it. Give me a break," I stammered, my body trembling, unable to form a complete sentence. But he didn't hear my pleas, and instead, sent me over the edge into my first orgasm. He flicked the water off his hand and slapped my still-trembling vulva. He turned me around, carried me to the bed, and untied my hands before pulling me towards him. "I've never given anyone a blowjob while kneeling before. See if he's excited too..." I blushed, pulled down his underwear, and fumbled with him for a bit before urging him to enter me. The previous wetness allowed him to slide in effortlessly. He let out a low moan and started moving, and I felt the friction between his glans and my vaginal walls. He leaned down, panting in my ear, making me involuntarily contract my muscles. "Why are you squeezing so tight? How many times do you want to come today?" I turned my head, but his movements below me grew faster, sweat dripping onto my body, my voice rising and falling with his rhythm. My hands grasped the sheets, trying to escape, but were pulled back by his grip on my waist. One of his hands kept rubbing my clitoris, his movements becoming faster and faster, the sound of water growing louder, and I tried to push his hand away, but had no strength. My body arched upwards, and I finally reached another orgasm after failing to beg for mercy. "You came again so soon? But I'm not done yet."