The young man grins and leans his head back as you nuzzle his raging erection. After several seconds his hand closes into a fist in your hair “I..I..Can’t. Mother said I was to bring you directly” He finishes weakly.
Looking up at him you give him a pleading look. “Please, Milord when will you ever have this chance again? Be a stallion to my mare.” You suggest with not altogether mock longing. When a second set of shackles falls to the floor you sense his will is weakening.
You can almost hear what he’s thinking as hit cock twitches against your cheek and you smell the tale sign of male arousal.
“We must be quick “ He says. stepping around you.
Bending down behind you, you feel as he first inserts the key into the left shackle, then you feel the click as he releases the binding. Just as quickly his other hand pushes you down onto your hands and knees and you feel the roughness of his trousers against your rear.
“Stay just like that” He orders, and you rub yourself against his erection while you wait for your chance. Growling, he begins jerking at the laces to his breeches and you all of a sudden feel his now bare cock against the small of your back. In reaction your body quivers in anticipation as you remember the first time you saw Danisha taken this way.
“I wanted to fuck you like this from the first time I saw you” He says.
Still waiting for your moment you feel his weight come down onto your back and grasping your weapon you feel the bulbous head of his cock nudge up against the gaping lips of your wet pussy.
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