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Darla

Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: spice16, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

eyes followed her outline in the dimly lit bedroom. She sat down beside him on the other side, and traced his cheek lightly with her hand, then brushed his hair back, allowing her fingers to slip down and circle his ear, very gently. He turned his head to the side, trapping her hand between his ear and his shoulder. She smiled. Picking up his right hand, she traced the lines on the palm with a gentle finger, then her tongue. She took each of his fingers in turn into her mouth and sucked on them gently. She looked down at him, saw the very light film of sweat on his chest, and smiled. Then, she tied the tie gently around his wrist, put his hand on the bed, and tied the other end to the bedpost. Then, again, she took both hands and caressed his arm, all the way down, over the shoulder, onto his chest, circling his nipple with gentle but insistent fingertips. He wriggled, pulling against the ties, but they held him in a firm grip of their own. Her hands continued down his chest, over his belly, making the skin flutter, down his sides, down his right leg. Making circles with her fingertips, she shifted her position on the bed, caressed his leg, down to his ankle, then onto his foot. Being careful not to tickle him, she massaged the foot. Then, she took another tie, tied it firmly around his ankle, stood up, pulled his leg out a bit, and tied the tie to the footboard. Then she got up, moved back around to the other side of the bed, and looked down at him. This time, she remained ... standing, running the backs of her fingernails slowly, gently, down his leg, beginning at the thigh, reaching the ankle in slow degrees. She picked up his foot and quickly tied it to the bed. Her own breathing was coming more rapidly now. "My goodness, Michael, you didn't get completely undressed. I wonder what we'll have to do about that?" She looked at the large bulge under the briefs and smiled. Darla looked at Michael on the bed for a long moment. Her eyes were closed slightly, and her breath was coming more quickly than before. Michael shifted on the bed, testing the strength of his bonds, and found himself held fast. Darla watched him with a smile. And then, suddenly, she turned and walked out of the room. "Hey! What IS this??" Michael shouted. "Is this what you wanted? Leave me here like this? C'mon!" "Just be patient, Michael," came her voice from another room. "I know that's not one of your virtues, but this time you really have no choice. I'm not leaving." He could hear the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. He tried to pull his hands loose, but the harder he pulled, the tighter the knot got. He was still struggling when she reappeared. "You don't trust me much, do you, Michael? I told you I wasn't leaving. Now quit doing that before you cut off the circulation to your hand." She set the pile of things she'd been carrying on the floor. Then, deftly, she readjusted the tie on his left arm where his hand was beginning to turn purple. "You're going to enjoy ...