Ankles tied to the legs of the chair, wrists tied behind your back.
Riding you very hard, whilst holding a scalpel delicately placed on the bottom of your eyelid and watching for your reactions.
Not a flicker, but a trickle of sweat trails down your forehead.
I lick it off and lower my scapel holding hand.
Biting down on your bottom lip, I gush over your lap.
Put my hand between my legs and bring it up to your eye level, shining with my slippery juice.
Smear it on your lips, kiss you deeply and pull away slowly.
"I'll take it".
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