I take the long chain, knee spreader, and wax candle then walk back to her. As expected, she’s on her knees. I step closer. My c**k brushes her lips slightly. I gulp. But I don’t need a little release. There’s a reason this room exists, and she has me worked up badly in need of it.
"You taste so addictive," I point out as I lift one of her hands and strap the cuff of the long chain around her wrist.Thank you, Master," she replies while I stretch forward and hook the chain to the rail’s iron.
"Both your mouth and cunt taste tropical," I note again, lifting her second hand to do the same. She says nothing but gulps loudly. I walk in front of her, standing right there, and take a deep breath as I watch her arms stretched out wide apart, pulling her t**s upward. I undo my pants and watch my
