The black mans face was close-shaven and his eyes were dark, kind and beautiful. His scent was clean and spicy and, because her hands were bound, she could now only imagine running her hands through his hair and pushing his face closer to her. Yet in spite of being tied up, she still had the freedom to thrust out her pelvis closer to him, thus encouraging more contact. Her lover seemed to instinctively react to this motion by flexing his tongue enticingly against her clit, causing intense pleasure to shoot through her, accompanied by a sudden and extraordinary creamy wetness that permeated her vagina. He began to flick his tongue quickly and gently along the sensitive surface of her exposed womanhood. She alternately s... Les hele novellen