With her legs tied open the way they were his fingers glided easily between her wet lips. The lightest of touches, he loved to tease her, bring her to the very edge and then stop.
She was so desperate for release she was crying, but he wasn’t done playing yet. His tongue ran gently along her inner thigh. Soft, barely there kisses to her swollen lips. A tiny, miniscule really, lick to her engorged clit and then back away. Wait a few minutes and then a sharp slap of the wooden spoon she loved so much across that bare and tortured pussy.
She begged. She pleaded. She moaned. She was denied. The soft head of his full cock up and down her slippery slit. Taken away. The deep thrust of his tongue inside and then nothing. He could go for hours like this.
She hated it. She loved it. She lived for it. More. Please.
