This is a continuation from the first installment, it will make a lot more sense if you read it first.
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Standing to your side, gently caressing and massaging your slightly spread thighs. Firmly kneading your smooth skin between my fingers, trailing closer and closer to your aching and begging sex. Moving around the table so I am now standing between your legs, I grab you by the ankles and pull you down towards me until your knees are hanging over the edge.
I lean over and kiss your stomach, just above the waist line of your sexy little thong. Teasing the line of fabric with my lips as your rock and buck your hips in an effort to grind your pussy against me. Much to your dismay, I continue to trail my lips over your hip and down your thigh. Kneeling between your legs and staring up at your barely cover cunt; the wet spot in your panties makes my cock throb and drip precum.
Lifting your legs and pushing them up towards your chest, my hands glide down to caress your amazing ass before hooking my fingers in the waist of your thong. I can't help but to moan when I see the tiny black triangle of material stick to your wet pussy and finally snap free. Admiring the glistening wet lips of your sex as I spread and lower your legs back to the table. Your pussy dripping with excitement; a tingle rushing through your entire body when I bend over and get close enough that you can feel my breathing on your begging clit. Kissing over your smooth mound, closer and closer to your sex. Your hips jump off the table when you finally feel the warm touch of my tongue against your slit. Slowly lapping against the sweet folds of your pretty pink cunt, circling over your hard and sensitive clit. Darting my tongue into your tight wet hole and letting you just rock and grind your pussy against my face...
The clicking of cuffs and the feeling of metal around your ankles shakes your mind away from the bliss that it was lost it. Your limbs are now cuffed to table and the devilish look on my face when I stand back up is one of raw lust and mischief. "Was this what you had in mind when you showed up dear?" I ask as I walk over and open the closet. Your eyes get wide and a shot of fear trembles through your body, quickly replaced by a warm shiver when you see a shelf with a ball gag, a flog, and an array of butt plugs and other phallic toys. The moan of approval that escapes your lips makes me want to just rip your clothes off and fuck you in that instant, but I resist.