slap~
The sudden tug on my chastity belt sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, the dildos shifting deeper, their ribbed surfaces grazing my inner walls with a slow, torturous thrust that reignited the fire I'd been suppressing for what felt like hours.
My pussy clenched around the thicker toy, a warm, wet heat spreading as my juices trickled down my thighs, while my asshole pulsed around the thinner one, the fullness sending shivers up my spine.
I trembled, blindfolded and bound, my body a live wire of need, when I sensed a new presence—a tall, looming shadow casting a cool breeze over my exposed skin.
My breath hitched as a firm hand pinched my nose, forcing my mouth open with a desperate gasp for air.
Before I could react, my face was guided forward, my lips brushing against a warm, slick pussy, the musky scent enveloping me like a cloud.
The taste hit me—salty-sweet, with a hint of floral warmth—and I hesitated, my tongue darting out tentatively to explore the soft folds.
My licks were slow, cautious at first, tracing the edges of her slit, the texture velvety against my tongue. I found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and circled it with gentle flicks, her thighs trembling against my cheeks as her breaths grew shallow.
Her hips pressed closer, urging me on, and I deepened my efforts, sucking lightly on the bud, my saliva mixing with her juices in a wet, sloppy dance.
After what felt like an eternity of teasing, her body tensed, a low, shuddering moan escaping as she climaxed.
Her juices flooded my mouth, warm and sticky, a sweet-sour rush that coated my tongue and dripped down my chin, leaving me dizzy with the intensity.
The blindfold lifted, and I blinked into the violet-haired woman's grinning face, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Again?" I yelled, my voice raw with frustration, but she just chuckled, her gaze raking over me. "I couldn't help it, Diana—you're too sexy," she teased, her voice a sultry purr that sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
She helped me to my feet, her touch firm yet gentle, guiding me back to her room.
The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of sex lingering as she began to unbind me.
First, the cuffs on my wrists fell away with a soft clink, my arms aching as they relaxed.
She removed the gag next, a string of drool trailing from my lips, the taste of her still lingering.
Finally, she knelt to unfasten the chastity belt, her fingers brushing my inner thighs as she eased the dildos out.
The thicker one slid from my pussy with a slow, wet pull, my walls clenching around the emptiness, a deep moan escaping as a rush of my juices followed, dripping down my legs.
The thinner dildo left my asshole next, the sensation a mix of relief and lingering fullness, my hole pulsing with sensitivity, leaving me trembling and exposed.
My hands moved instinctively to my pussy, fingers brushing the swollen, aching clit, the need to masturbate overwhelming me after hours of torment. I was dripping, my thighs slick, my body screaming for release.
But the violet-haired woman stopped me, her voice low and commanding.
"Let me help you," she whispered, her tone dripping with promise.
She retrieved a strap-on with a double dildo—one end curving inside her, the other protruding outward, thick and ribbed.
"On your hands and knees," she instructed, and I obeyed, my body trembling with anticipation as I positioned myself doggy-style, my ass raised, pussy exposed, and breasts swaying beneath me.