Submission

Her friend stopped by today with an offer. Caroline wanted to take charge. She had her tie a scarf over her eyes and wind soft rope around her wrists, binding them behind her back. The blonde waited, blind, breath catching. She felt the weight of Caroline’s gaze on her bare chest, on the heavy sway of her breasts. A single fingertip traced between them, then lower. The touch slid between her thighs, parting them. She opened willingly, hips tilting forward, already wet. Caroline’s hand moved in slow, purposeful circles, two fingers curling inside. The bound girl moaned, rocking into the touch. Every small sound echoed in the quiet room as Caroline worked her open, thumb brushing her swollen clit, dragging pleasure out of her with patient, steady strokes. Bound and sightless, the blonde gave herself to every stroke, every squeeze, every wet sound that filled the air.