Fuck yeah.

Cassie removed the little cuff from his hands and he quickly got undressed. “Slowly,” Cassie said. There was a not of an order to those words, and he started to think Cassie was much more dom than he had first guessed.

Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. As he did, Cassie smiled. “Minimal chest hair, that will be good to work with, and no scars,” she paused for a long time. We can fix that.”

Mark quietly moaned, he had no idea how much Cassie was into, but was willing to give it all a shot. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down; he hadn’t bothered wearing underwear. “A nice-sized cock as well.” She stepped over to the table and grabbed a set of handcuffs before pulling his arms behind his back and cuffing them there.

Kimmie and he had played with handcuffs before, so instinctively, he felt for the quick release. Cassie noticed. “Oh, no, these aren’t from a sex shop, these are from a cop. You’re mine.” She stepped back in front of him and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Now eat me; if you do a good job, we sill do something purely for your pleasure. If not, we will do something purely for mine.”

He dropped to his knees and shuffled forward awkwardly, her cunt was clean-shaven, and she had a small tattoo of ‘WWJD’ with a little cross just to the side of her slit. He pressed his face into her pubic mound and tilted his head back to run his tongue up her slit.

She was sweet and tangy, and she moaned lightly as he started to please her. “Good boy,” she said. “You know how to behave, and I am looking forward to breaking you.”

The lust in her words as she said she wanted to break him was palpable.

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