Please Make Me Lesbian #10

His fingers worked over the leather straps, freeing her arms above her head. The restraints left faint red lines that he traced with his tongue. She arched toward his mouth, sweat glistening on her breasts as they rose and fell. He sank between her spread thighs, parted the slick folds, and dragged his tongue across the swollen knot of her clit in slow, heavy circles. She bucked. He pinned her hips, flicked harder. Two fingers slid inside her, curling upward until she spasmed and cried out, heat clenching around him. He rose, lined the blunt head of his cock against her entrance, and drove in deep, single stroke. She met every thrust, fingernails scoring his back, hips rolling to take him deeper. His rhythm tightened, muscles tensing, until release slammed through him and emptied in pulsing bursts deep inside her.