I confess I want to tightly bind youPlease Take a minute The idea may jar a little Let it sink in
I confess I want to tightly bind you Please Take a minute The idea may jar a little Let it sink in a bit and don’t jump to a refusal out of hand I doubt if you have ever seen your breasts Squeezed and plumped and framed Between multiple winds of rough rope Take a further moment Look down on your nipples Are they not suddenly awakened Pleading with you to consider my offer Is not the tension in your shoulders Crying out to be relieved Your arms pulled back and fixed and held Your fingers to flutter, pointlessly behind your back I really would like to bind you To parcel off little packets of your softest skin To spread your thighs wide And clamp your calves firm, so they squish up against them Make of you two stumpy, flappy legs So open. So vulnerable Look down at your pussy Are not your hips grinding a little And there will be rope left over To bind up your hair To pull back your head To spread wide your jaw and gag your mouth Rope to be strung and knotted and yanked hard against your clit Are not your thighs parting I confess I would really, really like to bind you Tightly For your pleasure For my pleasure I guess that’s a ‘No’ then Well please remember that at least I made the offer And the offer it still stands -- source link
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