Bound Friendship

Her eyes rolled back, her hips bucked upward, she began moaning a guttural moan as he had made her cum. Her legs bound to their respective legs of the bed leaving her no dripping wet pussy exposed. It’d left her panting, wanting more.

Her kink was bondage. Her interests were BDSM related in most ways. It’d led her down a path that led to Julien. It’d been their friendship that eventually went beyond their original intentions. It wasn’t like it mattered though. They were going to be friends in more ways than one in no time at all. It was meant to be.

He’d seen her interests. They’d gone down paths she didn’t think she’d ever go down. He’d made her cum more times than she could keep track of. She’d done her homework on top of that. To his surprise anyway. She’d wanted more than he thought she’d ever want.

She’d wanted nothing more than to be made to cum. She’d almost always soak the towels that lay beneath her. She had been left panting from the ecstasy of being made to cum. He’d hit her G spot just right each time that left her squirting a river down his arm.

He’d let her feel the orgasm as long as she could handle. Then again, she’d be in a constant state of orgasm either way. The rolling orgasms meant her eyes were going to roll back while her hips bucked upward. It told him that she fully trusted him.