Pipe Dreams - Part 3

She’s built like a fantasy and tied down like a sin. Legs spread, tits out, breathing hard while he works her. He drags his fingers slow between her soaked folds, watching her hips twitch like she wants to buck but the ropes won’t let her. Her nipples are tight and aching, begging for his mouth, his hands, his teeth. He leans in, close enough for her to feel his breath, then backs off and flicks her clit instead. She’s cussing under her breath, thighs shaking, every teasing pass making her wetter. By the time he loosens the knots and finally unties her she’s pure fire. She shoves him back, grips his cock like she’s claiming it, and slams her mouth down like she’s been starving. No more waiting. She sucks hard, deep, nasty—filthy sounds filling the room as she takes every inch and doesn’t stop till she swallows every drop he’s got left.