Spinning Self-pleasure Device

But you order her to blindfold me. It is her. Why? From the living room Miss Goddess shouts that she has handcuffs in her tote. Her hairs up in a pony and she doesn’t look too drunk. especially the persistent one of her spread on your bed, the sheets crumbled around her, eyes sleepy and satisfied, arms tied to the bedpost… Miss Goddess takes your hand in hers and kneels down. You smile and walk towards me. I try to writhe and push the two of you off the bed and am rewarded with the sting of a whip. slightly uncomfortable… but I am slightly turned on… You look in the cup… let me secure you well.” With that you drag me to the bedroom… You close in on her, the question framed on your face. I want to be in her place. I can’t see a thing. It feels so good, I am scared.