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hot, my love?” he asked.
    She could hear in his voice that he was smiling and made ready to spread her thighs for him. She couldn’t. Angelo had another strap. She thought it must be the obi from his own kimono, but then realized it felt thick and lush, like velvet. A curtain tie? Lifting both her legs with one arm, he pushed the strapping under her and then over the top, winding and winding it around her thighs then knees then all the way down to her ankles. The heat in her pussy was becoming unbearable and she was desperate to let in some air.
    She wriggled in her restraints, enjoying the feeling of being bound. She couldn’t quite understand how he would make love to her with her legs welded together like this. Usually, she was spread-eagled and he fucked hard, taking full advantage of how open she made herself for him.
    The strap was finally knotted with a snap and Angelo snaked his way back up to her breasts, caressing and teasing her. Her breath was fierce and hot and held close to her face by the silk bindings over her arms and head. Arousal was taking over and her sex felt so empty. She coiled herself around his embraces and he kissed her neck near her ear.
    “Angelo, I need you.” Lena was gasping and grinding her own juices into her puffy pussy lips and thighs, soaking her tight constraints. “Fuck me, Angelo. Release me and fuck me!”
    “I’ll never release you,” he said wickedly, and as if she was a rag doll, flipped her swiftly over onto her front.
    Angelo pulled her hard and twisted her body around so that her upper half was on the sofa and her bottom was raised up, primed on the armrest, while her legs hung, knees just missing the floor. Her toes wriggled into the carpet and she imagined what she must look like with her ass in the air all juicy and inviting. Another wave of arousal washed through her pussy and she realized just how tight the strapping was. Her feet were tingling and she squirmed again, only managing to make the bonds tighter around her thighs. The flesh from her ass must be spilling out, she thought, over the obi, accentuating her behind. She pressed her rump higher and wished him to enter her.
    Suddenly, a finger corkscrewed right into her pussy, burrowing deep into her slippery depths. So it was possible. She was accessible in this pose. She pulsed back onto the digit and ground her mound into the armrest, trying to get some relief to her clit, which was building into having all sensation in the universe centered on it. It was the most exhilarating and frustrating position she’d been in, and still twisting in the obi around her head and arms, she decided she liked it. A lot. He could do what he liked with her. She would take anything.
    Her pussy was burning up as it twitched around his finger. He eased her buttocks apart and inserted another, scissoring and sliding in and out, in and out. Lena was groaning and writhing. It wasn’t enough. She needed his cock.
    “Please, please, Angelo, I can’t wait any longer.”
    Her excitement grew to fever pitch as he gripped her hips and pulled her ass high off the sofa. He slammed his cock fully into her soaking pussy. Her tits bounced up and down, the lush cushions grazing her nipples and adding to the sensory overload. She was bound so tightly that her pussy lips and thighs pressed against her clit, making it bulge and heave with every thrust of his perfect rod. She couldn’t believe how huge it felt, slamming in and retreating time and time again. Her juices spilled out over her bindings and the backs of her thighs. Her vision blurred and all thoughts ceased until the only thing left was her burning pussy sucking and squeezing Angelo’s cock. Her clit swelled and a trillion pleasure bubbles burst over her as she came again and again while Angelo pumped his love into her.
    She lay in that smiling, peaceful place with her body rocking back and forth to his rhythm like flotsam at a gentle high tide. She felt like she’d entered