Averi leisurely took off his shirt and then cuffed his wrists to different racks.
She stepped back and quietly admired her work.
His tall, muscular body was restrained by two delicate pink handcuffs, the contrast of strength and vulnerability making the scene look irresistibly sensual.
Averi suddenly felt a stirring sensation deep in her abdomen.
Under his unwavering gaze, she took out an exquisite black flogger. The whip was made of leather, with its handle ending in a cascade of fringed strands that shimmered with the supple luster of polished hide. It appeared both delicate and perilous.
Averi held the leather tassels and lightly ran them across his chest, the unfamiliar sensation setting off alarm bells in Dallas's mind.
"Are you afraid?" She smiled as she spoke, deliberately moving behind him, letting the supple whip trail across the tense muscles of his back.
Round and round, the tickling sensation spread across his back. Just as he was about to relax, Averi suddenly tightened her grip on the handle and flicked the tassels against his skin.
Dallas's body tensed, and a muffled groan escaped his lips.
The toy-like whip couldn't truly hurt him, and she hadn't used any real force, so it didn't hurt; it was more the suddenness of the sensation that startled him.
Not being able to see stripped him of all control over his body, leaving him only able to passively receive everything she gave.
This state of the unknown and loss of control quickly made him break out in a sweat.
Sweat and scars combined to add even more raw intensity to his already powerful body. Averi squinted her eyes and raised the whip again.
Still, it didn't hurt, but it was enough to make his breathing heavy.
Averi wasn't much better off; her head spun, and her mind buzzed, relying solely on willpower to keep "torturing" him.
Suddenly, there was a hot and soft sensation on her back, and Dallas was stunned. Then she realized it was her lips, and her chest rose even more violently.
Averi liked his reaction, so she kissed the red mark carefully and closely.
A strong tingling sensation quickly spread from her lips to every cell in her body, causing Dallas' scalp to tingle and he clenched his teeth to suppress his voice.
She returned to him, crouched down and untied his pants, revealing the already erect thick and long inside.
She stopped again and didn't take off his underwear. Instead, she picked up the soft whip again, gently and slowly sweeping his lower abdomen, watching the muscles tremble there.
Dallas's eyes turned red, and the flames in her pupils were almost about to ignite her.
Averi seemed to have really been ignited, with a fever all over her body and a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
She threw away the soft whip and instead touched him with her hand, stroking the contours of his penis through a thin cloth.
Until the thing swelled up again in her hand, and her glans almost opened her underwear, Averi let go and took out the prepared eye mask, covering his eyes that had been staring at her.
"Guess what? Do you think I'll go hard on you?" she said with a playful smile. "I'll hit you with the same force you used when you pushed me that day."
Before falling into darkness, Dallas only had time to see the moist corners of her eyes.
It's like crying.
This association made his mouth dry and his body more restless.
The vision is deprived, and the body becomes more sensitive. The temperature of her fingers and her intermittent breathing became particularly clear and loud. His attention was focused on capturing her, so much so that when the cold thing suddenly pressed against his glans, he belatedly realized that his underwear had been pulled off by her.
"Guess what this is? "She asked while pressing down on the thing.
Watching the man slide his Adam's apple, Averi spoke slowly, "Don't move around, I don't plan on seeing blood today
Dallas froze for a moment, the cold and hard sensation beneath him only reminding him of a dagger.
She used that thing to rub against his pubic hair again, teasing a few strands in circles, and then winding upwards all the way to his chest, gently scraping his stiff nipples.
Her hands are not very stable, and her movements are sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Dallas' temples throbbed wildly, even though it was dangerous, he became even harder. His eyes widened and he spat out a few drops of saliva.
He heard the woman's low laughter, and the black that obstructed his vision suddenly disappeared. He instinctively narrowed his eyes until his pupils adapted to the light, and then he saw her flushed face right in front of him.
She showed him what she was holding in her hand and asked softly, "Is it funny?"
It turned out to be a fork.
Dallas took a deep look at her and closed his eyes to hide the light and darkness in his eyes.
Averi wrapped her arms around his tight waist and rubbed her red lips against the corner of his lips, asking, "Are you angry?"
Being angry is right.
Who let him make her angry.
Dallas still lowered his eyes, leaving her with a tight lip line.
It looks quite angry.
Averi was in a good mood, smiled and didn't say anything. He helped him release his handcuffs and kindly helped him put on his pants. He leaned over and said, "Don't be so stingy, hmm."
The man who had been silent suddenly leaned over, holding onto her waist with one hand and tightly gripping the back of her head with the other, locking her whole body into his chest.
He kissed too hard, his lips crushing her as if they were going to crush her.
Averi was in pain and wanted to hide. As soon as she tilted her head away, she was caught back and forced to embrace an even more intense kiss.
His tongue was stirring wildly in her mouth, more rough and eager than ever before, licking every inch of her mucous membrane not enough, and even drilling into her throat.
"Mmm, mmm... "Averi looked up and sobbed, her lips already parted at the widest point, her jaw slightly sore, still unable to withstand his intensity.
He kept squeezing and forcing her, forcing her to retreat repeatedly.
The two of them were entangled with each other, stumbling and stumbling until Averi's calf hit the sofa and she fell down.
Finally breaking free from the man's chest, Averi took a deep breath with hunger and thirst.
However, the next second, her lips were blocked again.
Dallas knelt on the sofa with one leg, holding her face with both hands and kissing her with a desperate kiss. This posture allows his tongue to enter deeper and harder, causing Averi to feel a bit flustered. She quickly grabbed his tongue and gently sucked on it as if comforting, swallowing it in small sips and almost spilling saliva from the corners of her mouth.
Dallas indeed quieted down, allowing her to lick and suck at her own pace. But soon, he was no longer satisfied with her rhythm. He grabbed her waist with his big palm, turned their positions around, and asked her to sit on his lap. Then, he grabbed the slow little tongue and sucked it hard.
His eagerness infected Averi, and her hand reached out to him.
Dallas grabbed her hand tightly and didn't allow her to touch it. Then he hugged her and fell onto the sofa, pressing her under him. His big hand reached into her clothes, caressed her around randomly, and finally covered her trembling breasts.
The palm feels so smooth and soft, as if it's about to break with just a gentle touch. Dallas wanted to rub lightly, but his hands unconsciously became harder and harder.
"Um, um..."
The person beneath her moaned helplessly, her whole body was scorching hot, and her breathing was as short as drowning.
Dallas suddenly realized something, stopped moving, propped up half of his body, and carefully examined her, his eyebrows getting tighter as he looked at her.
"Are you running a fever?"
