our-ever-thine:…..when you tie my hands to the bed, my mind races, knowing you’re going
our-ever-thine:…..when you tie my hands to the bed, my mind races, knowing you’re going to take me to the edge over and over and over again……the anticipation of your touch, your fingers, your lips, your hands, your whiskers….kissing down my neck and over my nipples…..running your hands down my tummy and slowly parting my thighs……and then nothing, you wait, watching me squirm, arch, stretch toward you, begging for you to touch me…..slowly you run your fingers outside my pussy, taunting and massaging and back down my thighs prolonging the agony…..”please” I say, “please touch me” I whisper…and then you part my lips and slowly lower your mouth to my heat, feeling your whiskers graze my wetness I arch my hips to meet your tongue….. -- source link