Strap On Fuck with Agatha Delicious

He had her wrists bound to the headboard with leather cuffs that creaked when she pulled against them. Agatha Delicious lay stretched out, thighs parted, nipples pulled tight. Her breathing deepened as his hand slid down her belly and settled between her legs, fingers spreading her open to the cool air. She was already wet, slick enough that the first slow stroke over her clit made her hips jerk. He watched every twitch, every small shiver that traveled up her stomach, and then pressed two fingers inside her in one smooth motion. She clenched around them, wet heat drawing him deeper, and the leather straps groaned again when she tried to reach for him. He stayed exactly where he was, working her with steady, deliberate strokes, thumb rubbing circles that made her thighs tremble. She bit her lip, fought the sound rising in her throat, lost the battle on a low moan that cracked at the end. He kept the same even pace, drawing it out, making her drip down his wrist and onto the sheets while she twisted in the cuffs and came in stuttering waves.