Before leaving, Molly couldn’t resist the temptation of taking one last look at her husband before l
Before leaving, Molly couldn’t resist the temptation of taking one last look at her husband before leaving him to cool down. Silk scarves wound around his wrists and ankles bound him securely to the chair and Molly’s moist, warm panties in his mouth ensured that Josh’s only pleas for mercy would come from his eyes. More accurately, his damp…. teary…. eyes. Today, Molly was in a mood. A wicked mood. A relentless mood. A merciless mood. She smiled with cruel satisfaction at the sight of her poor husband…. the way his body trembled in its bonds… the way it glistened feverishly with perspiration…. the sweet, helpless look of pleading desperation in his eyes. And she certainly couldn’t resist savoring one last glance down at the source of Josh’s suffering…. his defenseless, weeping cock…. his vulnerable, aching balls. There was no escape for them from the silky softness of Molly’s fingers…. the sensual swirling of her tongue…. the velvety warmth of her mouth. His poor balls hung low, agonizingly full and swollen, aching for release…. his helpless cock pleading for relief, quivering, dripping, the soft skin pulled so tight over its steely hardness Josh felt that he would surely burst if the pressure wasn’t relieved. “Poor baby,” Molly purred with a soft laugh. Savoring one last look she wickedly added, “Don’t look so sad, darling….. we’re far from finished. I promise, I’ll be back soon.” As she made her way out of the room, hips swaying provocatively, Molly couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction as she heard the sounds of her poor helpless husband as he began to softly….. sweetly…. cry. -- source link