13
SAVANNA
Wrists and ankles strapped down tight on the spanking bench, I had to stretch my neck back to see the smug grin curling up the edges of his mouth, and I realized, the worst thing he could do now was stop touching me.
My hips arched towards the ceiling and pleasure rippled out from my n*****s, spreading through my entire body.
The heat between my legs was pulsing insistently along with my heartbeat.
Demanding his attention.
Maybe I should plead with him; he seemed to like that. What I really wanted to do was climb on top of him and ride him like a mechanical bull.
He crossed to the other side of the bench and tugged at the little rubber suction cup sucking the tip of my breast. It ached so good; a frustrated groan left my mouth before I could stop it.
Would he let me come
