d2501LUNAYou have me all tied up! Now I want you to stuff it in my mouth!
As the door creaked open, Luna Storm's eyes widened in terror. There he was—the man of the house, finally home. She had been so careful to hide her predicament, but now it seemed like all hope was lost. Her heart raced as he took in the scene before him: a youthful woman bound and gagged on the floor, struggling against her restraints.
"Luna! What the hell happened here?" he demanded, his voice filled with anger and concern.
Tears of embarrassment stung her eyes, but she managed to shake her head and mumble through her gag, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Thompson. I tried to clean up after myself, but I guess I messed up pretty badly."
His expression softened slightly at her apology, and he crouched down beside her, starting to untie the knots binding her wrists. As her arms were freed from their constraints, Luna couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay, Luna?" he asked, his voice gentle now. "Did someone do this to you?"
She shook her head, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks. "No, sir. I did it all by myself. I...I kind of have a thing for being tied up."
His eyebrows raised in surprise, and for a moment, he just stared at her. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. "Really?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity. "Would you like me to tie you up again?"
Luna couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Yes, please," she whispered, her heart racing with anticipation.
And so, he did. He tied her up tighter than before, making sure she was completely at his mercy. And when he finally finished, he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
"Now," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, "I want you to stuff it in my mouth."
Luna's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded eagerly. She knew what he wanted—and she was more than willing to give it to him. Slowly, she lowered her head, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock.
"That's it, baby," he groaned, running his hands through her hair. "Take it all the way down."
As she took him deeper into her throat, she could feel his cock throbbing against her tongue. It was everything she could do not to let out a moan of pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. But she didn't want to stop—not yet.
"Please, Mr. Thompson," she whispered up at him, her voice hoarse from lack of air. "I want you to fuck my mouth. I want to taste your cum."
And with that, he was lost. He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her head back as he thrust into her mouth. Over and over again, he pounded into her, his hips grinding against her face as he lost control.
And when he finally came, his hot cum filling her mouth, she swallowed every last drop, her eyes locked on his the entire time. It was a feeling like no other—a sense of power and submission that she couldn't resist.
As he pulled out of her mouth, he smiled down at her. "You're one hell of a sitter, Luna," he said, his voice full of admiration. "I'll definitely be calling you back."
And with that, he left her there, tied up and satisfied, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue.
