My turn,” said Hart, approaching Willow, who was still breathing heavily.
He stared at her for a moment with fierce brown eyes below his unruly mane of blond hair before dropping to his knees. He leaned forward so that his nose was so close to her needy cunt she could feel him there.
And then he breathed in deeply, audibly sniffing her. She squirmed uncomfortably; she was so aroused by the events of the evening in general, and Cash’s wonderful cruelty in particular, that she could smell herself. She could only imagine what Hart must be breathing in down there.
After a moment, his face still between her legs, he reached out with each hand and unfastened the straps holding her ankles to the X-cross. He stood and did the same with the ones holding her wrists, giving her a moment to get her
