I’m literally going to die if he doesn’t lick me soon—there’s no way he only tied me up so he could fucking look at my pussy!
“You’ll call me Eric, slut, and you’ll like it.”
“Oh…fuck, Eric,” I moan as he finally gives in and makes out with my wet, soaked cunt the way I fucking want.
He teases my clit with his tongue. He sucks it between his lips, rolling it back and forth until I’m whimpering like a bitch. He presses it gently between his teeth, and then he does something.
I don’t know what it is, and I probably never will—because when he does it, my whole body goes rigor mortis for a second, and I realize the real reason Eric has leather cuffs attached to his bed.
It’s not just so he can lure innocent models into it and then keep them from escaping, no.
It’s because when he licks my cunt, I lose full control of my body. Whatever he’s doing to my clit makes my arms and legs twitch and thrash and strain so hard against the cuffs that I know in an instant that, if I wasn’t restrained, I’d be in danger of hurting him—or, more likely, myself.
That first orgasm hits me hard. Like being punched in the face—only by, like, a train or something. It makes me scream and moan and hyperventilate, and just when I think it might let up, I realize it’s actually arrived at this panty party with a fucking friend.
Two orgasms like that, one after another, would normally be enough to exhaust me completely. But that’s nothing compared to what Eric has in store next.
“Tell me how you lost your virginity,” Eric commands.
I swallow hard. I’ve barely returned to reality from the orgasmic plane, and he’s asking me questions? The fuck, dude?
“I’m not sure I still