He doesn’t either. My inaction leads to his action. The c**k is eased clear of my mouth. The big hands go to my shoulders. I am turned, urged downwards as he bends, forced onto my front. My tights are pulled, yanked roughly and urgently down to my knees, my backside brought upward in the process as my face squashes to the carpeted floor. My legs are forced apart, as much as my constricting tights will allow. My sexy corset stays on, as do my spiked boots, but my arse is laid bare and that is all he wants. I feel the lone finger prodding at me, sliding in to open me. After all this time just this single digit feels as big as any c**k could be. It stirs inside me, letting my muscles relax. There is no question that I am wet enough.
He withdraws and then his weapon is guided home, easing fo
