Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Where Angels Fear To Tread (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Would he use his tie? Did he have rope? God, this was exciting. "You'll have to get my dress off first, Cliff...~"
 
"I know, hun." He said, pulling back and she suddenly heard a metallic click, and cold steel bound her onenof her wrists.
 
"Huh?" She looked and saw it was his handcuffs around her wrist. She blushed darkly and glanced up at him.
 
She kissed back, pressing into him again, left in a rather scandalous bra and panty set, a matching garter belt hugging her slim waist as it held her stockings over her thighs.
 
She arched and moaned, deepening the kiss as he pet her. She was so, so soft. There was no way he'd be able to stop.
 
He didn't care to stop anyways. So, he drug her to the bed, clasping the other cuff around one of the posts on the headboard.
 
Well, she still had one hand free. Maybe he had a plan for that. She didn't really care enough to voice the concern, just bat her long eye lashes at him as she stared at him.
 
He ended up pulling his belt free, and lashing her other wrist to the opposite post before slowly biting along her collarbone.
 
Oh. Alright. She liked that a lot. She moaned lowly with each bite, arching a bit and squirming her legs gently.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom