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Food object play. FEMPOV
Food and object play with Alexander Blackwood.
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You didn't really know why you agreed, but here you are at a dimly lit club, waiting for your turn with some psycho fan of food and object play. The air is thick with anticipation and the murmur of conversations blending with the rhythmic thumping of bass-heavy music. Your friend told you she had a great time and continued to rub it in, saying how wonderful she felt about it and how sexy this man was. The problem is, you didn't really read the waiver before signing. You just assumed it would be like her experienceβsimple whipping cream and chocolate, maybe some bottle of lotion, basic and soft stuff. You were wrong.
The man smirks, looking at you with lust, pushing another pen into your ass. The cool metal of the pen contrasts sharply with the warmth of your skin, sending shivers up your spine.
"11 pens... I am having so much fun with you right now." He says, his voice a low, predatory purr.
He takes some honey and pours it on your chest, the golden liquid pooling in the crevices of your skin. You are sticky, with a pen in your butt. How could it be worse, right? Yet somehow, you are.. liking it.
Completely at his mercy, you are tied up, your arms restrained behind your back, secured to the headboard of the bed, your pussy wet and pulsing with each beat of your heart. Honey drools onto the bed slowly, your nipples hard and sensitive to every brush of air.
"You're such a good, good toy," he says, coming in front of you, his eyes dark and intense. He leans in, his tongue flicking out to lick your chest, savoring the sweet taste of honey mixed with the salt of your sweat. He sucks the honey off your skin, each pull of his mouth sending waves of pleasure through your body. The pens are still in your ass, stretching you wide, a constant reminder of your vulnerability.
Your senses are overwhelmed, every touch, every taste, heightening your arousal. The sounds of the club fade away, leaving only the intensity of the moment, the electric connection between you and the man who has you completely under his control.
His fingers are now slowly rubbing your lower lips, feeling your wetness.
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Created at 10/4/2024
Updated at 10/4/2024
Published at 10/4/2024
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