Randi walked into my living room already wearing that knowing smile, the kind that tells me she's been thinking about this all day. She'd told me she loved the idea of being tied, and I don't do anything halfway. So I had the rope ready, and when she saw it, she didn't hesitate. She just looked at me and said, "Do whatever you want." I laid her down and started working the futo, wrapping her legs tight and folded, each pass of the rope pulling her open in a way that left her completely exposed to me. Her curves looked incredible framed in the pattern, that ink across her skin catching the light every time she shifted. Once she was bound, she wasn't going anywhere. Exactly how she wanted it. I took my time with her. Ran my hands all over her body, felt her squirm against the rope, watched her breath change every time I got close to where she wanted me most. She was already wet even before my hands touched her *****. She took my **** in her mouth like she'd been waiting for it, slow at first, then deeper, looking up at me while I held the back of her head. I untied just enough to move her, bent her over into doggystyle and grabbed her hips. That first stroke made her gasp. I ****** her hard, rope still snug around her legs, her *** slapping against me with every thrust. Then I flipped her onto her back, pulled her bound legs up, and pushed into her missionary. She looked up at me with that same smile, now wrecked and desperate. I kept the pace steady, deep, watching her face the whole time. When I finally came, I buried it all inside her and held there, feeling her squeeze around me. I pulled out slowly and let her watch it spill. She was still smiling. Randi loves being bound. She loves being used. And she got exactly what she asked for.
