«When Portia invited him to her place for dinner, he thought that was all there was. But when he saw her in that tight leopard-print top hugging her full, mature breasts and her long wavy hair with silver streaks falling sensually over her shoulders, he already sensed the night would be different.
Portia was a beautiful woman in her late 40s, with a voluptuous body and curves that radiated experience and desire.
When he was about to leave, she stopped him and handed him a bag of rope. “You’re not leaving until you tie me up and have your way with me!”
He opened the bag and found thick white ropes, a pair of her own panties, and a roll of white tape.
In a short while, he had Portia struggling, bound and gagged on the couch. The white ropes wrapped tightly around her upper body, pinning her arms behind her back and cinching her full breasts. Her wrists were secured behind her and her ankles bound together. He stuffed her own panties deep into her mouth, forcing her lips apart, then sealed everything tightly with several layers of white tape, leaving a visible bulge under the tape that slightly distorted her cheeks.
He left her alone for a few minutes. Portia writhed desperately on the sofa. Her short black skirt rode all the way up, giving a clear *** view from behind. Her white lace thong was pulled tight between her smooth pussy lips, the delicate semi-sheer fabric wedged deep into her slit, outlining every swollen fold and pressing firmly against her clit in a glistening, obscene camel toe. The more she struggled, the deeper the thin white string disappeared between her wet lips.
When he returned, he bent her over the arm of the sofa exactly as she wanted. He pulled her skirt up, yanked the soaked white thong aside, and took her hard from behind. Portia moaned helplessly through the thick gag, her eyes half-closed in pure pleasure and total surrender.
When he finished inside her, he left her in a strict hogtie on the couch — wrists and ankles pulled tightly together behind her back, her body arched helplessly.
Her long legs were stretched and bound, looking beautifully toned and vulnerable. The white lace thong remained fully exposed, a tiny elegant G-string with delicate scalloped edges that barely covered her mound and disappeared completely between her round, firm cheeks, now glistening with their combined juices.
With her mouth completely stuffed with her own panties and sealed shut under the white tape, she could only breathe heavily through her nose, feeling the fullness in her mouth, her jaw *** open, and a deep, intoxicating mix of humiliation and lingering pleasure at being left completely helpless and used. A deliciously erotic scene of total surrender. ????»
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«When Portia invited him to her place for dinner, he thought that was all there was. But when he saw her in that tight leopard-print top hugging her full, mature breasts and her long wavy hair with silver streaks falling sensually over her shoulders, he already sensed the night would be different.
Portia was a beautiful woman in her late 40s, with a voluptuous body and curves that radiated experience and desire.
When he was about to leave, she stopped him and handed him a bag of rope.
“You’re not leaving until you tie me up and have your way with me!”
He opened the bag and found thick white ropes, a pair of her own panties, and a roll of white tape.
In a short while, he had Portia struggling, bound and gagged on the couch. The white ropes wrapped tightly around her upper body, pinning her arms behind her back and cinching her full breasts. Her wrists were secured behind her and her ankles bound together. He stuffed her own panties deep into her mouth, forcing her lips apart, then sealed everything tightly with several layers of white tape, leaving a visible bulge under the tape that slightly distorted her cheeks.
He left her alone for a few minutes. Portia writhed desperately on the sofa. Her short black skirt rode all the way up, giving a clear *** view from behind. Her white lace thong was pulled tight between her smooth pussy lips, the delicate semi-sheer fabric wedged deep into her slit, outlining every swollen fold and pressing firmly against her clit in a glistening, obscene camel toe. The more she struggled, the deeper the thin white string disappeared between her wet lips.
When he returned, he bent her over the arm of the sofa exactly as she wanted. He pulled her skirt up, yanked the soaked white thong aside, and took her hard from behind. Portia moaned helplessly through the thick gag, her eyes half-closed in pure pleasure and total surrender.
When he finished inside her, he left her in a strict hogtie on the couch — wrists and ankles pulled tightly together behind her back, her body arched helplessly.
Her long legs were stretched and bound, looking beautifully toned and vulnerable. The white lace thong remained fully exposed, a tiny elegant G-string with delicate scalloped edges that barely covered her mound and disappeared completely between her round, firm cheeks, now glistening with their combined juices.
With her mouth completely stuffed with her own panties and sealed shut under the white tape, she could only breathe heavily through her nose, feeling the fullness in her mouth, her jaw *** open, and a deep, intoxicating mix of humiliation and lingering pleasure at being left completely helpless and used.
A deliciously erotic scene of total surrender. ????»
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«what fantacstic legs and such high foot arches, she was born to be buggered too!»