Nicht lieferbar
Teaser:
"Lie down!" she commanded, her voice soft, although it conveyed authority.
Bart obeyed, quickly and eagerly.
Lena walked over to the closet, and rummaging around in it, came up with what she had been looking for, a small black box. She opened it with a key, which she took from her dressing table drawer, and pulled out long, deadly-looking coils of leather.
"You are a beast," she said, her voice unchanging in its sweetness.
"I know!" Bart gasped. He was lying on his back, his arms behind his head. His cock loomed straight up from his belly like a priapic vision. Lena couldn't wait to feel his cock stuffing her hot eager snatch!
She walked over to the bed with the coils of rope.
"Maybe I should train you to be more civilized. I think you are very self-indulgent, Bart," she said.
"Oh, Lena," Bart grasped, pulling his hands out from behind his head, and grasping the hand from which dangled the leather thongs. "I'll do anything you say, anything!"
With a swift motion Lena had hooked a coil of the leather around his two wrists, which were fairly close together as he clutched her hand with both his hands.
Bart looked down at his wrists, as Lena jerked on the thongs, making them tighter, with dismay.
"Oh, Lena," he moaned, "couldn't we just make love without the bondage, this once?"
"Lie down!" she commanded, her voice soft, although it conveyed authority.
Bart obeyed, quickly and eagerly.
Lena walked over to the closet, and rummaging around in it, came up with what she had been looking for, a small black box. She opened it with a key, which she took from her dressing table drawer, and pulled out long, deadly-looking coils of leather.
"You are a beast," she said, her voice unchanging in its sweetness.
"I know!" Bart gasped. He was lying on his back, his arms behind his head. His cock loomed straight up from his belly like a priapic vision. Lena couldn't wait to feel his cock stuffing her hot eager snatch!
She walked over to the bed with the coils of rope.
"Maybe I should train you to be more civilized. I think you are very self-indulgent, Bart," she said.
"Oh, Lena," Bart grasped, pulling his hands out from behind his head, and grasping the hand from which dangled the leather thongs. "I'll do anything you say, anything!"
With a swift motion Lena had hooked a coil of the leather around his two wrists, which were fairly close together as he clutched her hand with both his hands.
Bart looked down at his wrists, as Lena jerked on the thongs, making them tighter, with dismay.
"Oh, Lena," he moaned, "couldn't we just make love without the bondage, this once?"