Extreme Bondage Bistro: A Brutal Feast

 Extreme bondage

A vision of erotic captivation, perched on a high stool, legs spread wide, wrists restrained behind me. I’m a trapped bird, waiting for my master’s arrival, wetter than the ocean!

And oh, he doesn’t disappoint. The dominant motherfucker strides in, oozing an aura of sheer sex appeal. With a smirk, he takes control, commencing our sadistic dance. A crack of the whip across my eager back sends shivers down my spine, and I’m his for the taking.

He fucks my mouth like a pornstar, thrashing his thick sword into my gagging throat. The face-fucking leaves me breathless, drooling, and begging for more. But the main course is yet to come—a savory delight!

My legs are unleashed, and I transform into a crawling slave, desperate to please. He takes advantage, spanking my ass till it’s red raw, the scent of lust and leather engulfing us. Then, the ultimate thrill—his thick, veined cock penetrates my sopping cunt, still wet from the oral onslaught.

I’m his loyal dog, moaning and panting, as he pounds me with relentless fury. The pleasure borders on pain, but I crave every second of this vicious cycle. And then, the coup de grâce—he binds me once more, this time with my hands left to dangle, helpless, as he guides his massive tool into my tight asshole.

The anal invasion is breathtaking, earth-shattering, and I’m a quivering mess. He fucks me senseless, owners me like the possession I yearn to be. And when he’s spent, he unties my hands and reveals the real treat—clean up the mess, he commands.

I obey, licking his creamy load from my ass like a lewd ice cream cone. Every delicious drop is savored, a testament to our depraved ordeal.

It doesn’t end there, though. The night’s young, and my stomach growls for more. Bring it the fuck on!

Lady Rosalie signs off, ready for the next twisted chapter.

Bon appétit, fuckers!”

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