...is going to be restrained by some itty-bitty chains." Without anymore hesitation she took the device and placed it over her pussy.
This drove Manny absolutely crazy. Here she was, choosing a, a massage over him! He wasn't sure if he was as aroused as ever or angry from the frustration of being restrained. Wow- she had really called it with that 'love-and-war' card.
"You have no idea how wet I am right now," she called. Fuck, it was killing him. Her voice made him look up, and he saw it: That skinny, pale-skinned, perfect, smooth, heated, no-good, horny, bottled-up, sex-preaching, Spandex-clad, unbelievable body of hers moving rhythmically to her own self-gratification.
The chains snapped, and El Tigre slashed off all of his restraints. He ran over to that evil temptress, who seemed to have been anticipating his escape, as she tossed the soaked masturbation tool aside. He was on top of her, pinning her down, his lust-filled eyes now slits since she had dwindled his emotions down to primal instinct. In two skillful slashes he removed her clothing, revealing her beautiful chest and cleft of Venus.
He looked her over, admiring all that she had to offer. "You left me with no bare minimums, Zoe," he snarled.
"There's no such thing as regret at this point," was the response she whispered into his furry ear.
So he dove in. Already having been tenderized, Zoe felt everything. She was so receptive, she gasped, folding her legs ...