Shes a bdsm freak

So that “new thing” she’d been working on was some bdsm table she had built. In fact, that seemed to be the whole them of the room. Ropes, ball gags, different place with handcuffs and restraints, spots to be tied to the wall at, all kinds of stuff. But the table, right in the center of the room, was her proudest accomplishment. It was padded, for her comfort of course. It had a hump on it to raise her waist for better access to her pussy. Where her head lay would fall away, allowing her head to tilt back and have her be throat fucked. Her legs could be restrained in different positions, and same with her hands. And she had installed a mirror on the ceiling above it, so she could see everything. She beamed with excitement at it.

“So, what do you think about it?” She asked, subtly stroking the growing bulge in my pants. “Because I think we can have a lot of fun like this.” She whispered into my ear. She hopped up onto the table, pulling me close to her. She leans in to kiss me, and starts to fiddle with my belt buckle, loosing it slowly. The primal urge in me takes over, and I engage her, kissing her back, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes go wide as she melts into it. My cock springs freely into the air as she frees it, and her eyes go wide again as she looks down.

“Holy fuck John, you’re fucking huge!” She gasps, as she realizes my cock is about the size of her forearm. “We’re definitely going to have fun with this.” She says as she giggles, wrapping her lips around my cock. “You are one crazy bitch, Maggie.”