She Sits on Melinir's Face

Tiryna untied the rope from the branch, but kept Melinir’s hands bound in front of him. She used the rope to drag him to a nearby tent, where a large bed sat in the centre.

As Melinir lay on the bed, his heart pounded in his chest. He had never felt so exposed and **** in his life, but he also had never felt so alive.

Her skin was smooth and dark, her muscles firm and toned. Melinir could see the scars that marked her body, remnants of battles long past. She was a warrior, a survivor, and he felt a strange admiration for her.

Tiryna pushed him onto the bed, his bound hands were tied to the bedpost. She straddled over him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Melinir looked up at her, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and excitement.

"Now, let me show you what I want," Tiryna said, her voice low and seductive. She leaned down and began to kiss him, her lips soft and warm against his. Her tongue explored his mouth, tasting him, as she continued to kiss him deeply, passionately.

Her body pressed against his, Melinir could feel the heat radiating from her. She ran her hands down his body, her touch electric. He could feel her desire, her need for him, and it sent a surge of pleasure coursing through him.

The wetness from her pussy leaked onto him, sticking to his thigh.

As she continued to kiss him, Tiryna's hands moved lower, caressing his chest, his stomach, and finally reaching his erection. She gripped him tightly, and Melinir felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him.

Her lips moved down his body, leaving a trail of kisses as she went. She kissed his chest, his stomach…

And then she stopped, looking up at him.

She smiled and climbed up the bed, lowering herself and sitting on his face.

Melinir's eyes widened at the sight, his breath caught in his throat. He had never been in such an intimate situation before, but the desire and hunger in Tiryna's eyes made him forget all his fears.

As she settled down onto him, her warm, wet pussy enveloped his nose and mouth. Melinir could hardly breathe, but the pleasure that surged through him was intense. He felt her heat, her wetness, and the pulsing sensation of her arousal.

"I want you to do something for me," Tiryna whispered, her voice low and sultry. "I want you to taste me, to explore every inch of me with your tongue."

Melinir couldn't help but obey. He opened his mouth and began to lick and suck at her clit.

She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her pussy sliding over his face. He could taste her, her sweet nectar, and the sensation was overwhelming. He knew he was powerless to do anything to stop her, and the idea of being used in this way was both terrifying and exhilarating.

She moaned loudly

Tiryna's hands were tangled in his hair, guiding his movements as he licked and suckled her folds. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his face as he continued to pleasure her.

Meanwhile, Melinir's cock was straining below, begging for release. He wanted nothing more than to be inside Tiryna, to feel her around him.

But Tiryna was not ready for that yet. She wanted him to experience her fully, to taste every part of her before she allowed him to possess her. She continued to grind against his face, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

Melinir could feel his own desire building up, his cock throbbing with need. He knew he was close to losing control, but he could not resist the pleasure that flowed through him with every movement Tiryna made.

Finally, Tiryna's body stiffened, her moans turning into a long, drawn-out wail. Melinir could feel her pussy pulsing around his mouth, waves of pleasure washing over him. She orgasmed, her juices splashing onto his face and into his mouth.

As she came down from her peak, Tiryna climbed off Melinir's face, her body glistening with sweat.

Melinir's cock throbbed, and Tiryna looked down at it with a smirk