6 BD Make Out

Lana's breathing had become heavy, and she was finally awake. She woke up in a state of horniness. She could remember how he thrust himself into her, how he caressed her body, and how her body reacted to every touch. But this wasn't the case; Lana woke up with her hands and legs spread apart. She wanted to move but discovered she was bound to the bed. Fear gripped her as she tried to understand the situation she was in. She looked around to see wrist straps on her hands and legs attached to the bed knobs. Where was Mark? That was what bothered her the most. He wasn't in the room. She struggled to break free, but it was all in vain; the straps were tightened to her wrists and feet. She only realized that the more she struggled, the tighter it became. Lana could feel the air pouring down on her body as she noticed she was also naked. Where did he go to? Why was she tied to the bed? What was going on? Lana needed answers. She was so scared when she woke up with Mark, who was not beside her. What was the meaning of this? Should she scream? When she was struggling, Mark came into the room to sip coffee and drop it on a wooden table afterwards. He pulled apart the curtain sheets as sunlight illuminated the whole room. Lana shut her eyes, fearing the reflection and intensity of the light would be too much for her, but as she opened her eyes, she could tell the difference between her room and his. His window had an extra layer that absorbed part of the sunlight, reducing its intensity as it passed through the window. It just showed the difference in their style and status. "Morning sunshine," he greeted her as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. Lana stayed still as her body had acknowledged his pleasures and still longed for them. "What is this?" She asked calmly, feeling the dose of sleep still in her eyes. She stirred at the straps and barely struggled. "That? Is what we would be doing today." He sipped the coffee once again. "You know you sounded so great last night." He reminded her of their wild sex; he knew that she loved it, and the drips on her thighs proved it. Lana chuckled and curled her lips. "Yeah, my body still recognizes your touch. I want more of that. I'm so in the mood right now, uh." "Oh my… I should get started since my lady here is inviting me to do so." She watched him crawl slowly to the bed and in between her legs. She felt like putting pressure on her thighs but couldn't because of the straps. He had made sure she couldn't ease herself of the pleasures. Lana watched her legs wide open as he crawled on the bed, getting closer and closer to her sheath. Why was he taking his time? Did he know how much of an effect he had on her body, or was he doing this on purpose? To tease her body so bad that she begged him to touch her? She found herself thinking hard and waiting patiently for his lips on her wet sheath. The pressure was much; she was so aroused and moist, streams of pleasure sailing through her veins, reminding her of the hot, steamy night she shared with him. She wanted to have him all to herself; she knew that he was trying something different with her, and she loved that he was dominating her feminine body with his masculine solid power. He crawled up to Lana's face and then began pulling off his top and unbuckling his belt. She watched him remove every bit of clothing that was on him without laying a hand on his body. Lana moaned as she watched his erect cock display itself freely. It was so long it brushed the tip of her lips. She couldn't think of anything else but his full length and how long it was. She wanted to have it in her mouth and lick it and feel its tenderness. "Fuck!" Lana moaned softly as she couldn't take her eyes off it. The tender black skin of his cock and it's pinkish cap. She begged to have it in her mouth; she wanted to be reminded of its taste; she wanted it inside her. She just wanted it anywhere in her body. What was he waiting for? How cruel could he be to her? Why was he punishing her like this? She had already admitted that she wanted his touches. Lana's body ached, her heart pounding, her breathing heavier. Her temperature was rising; she needed his body on hers already. "Touch me… do whatever to my body." Lana found herself repeatedly uttering these words as he smiled mischievously. Mark leaned closer to me and kissed my lips; I whimpered as his lips had their way. It was what I needed for so long. He placed his hand on my chin, kissing me slowly and then passionately. I was going crazy; I wanted my body pushed hard against his, I wanted to feel his warmth on my body, and I wanted to wrap my arms right around his shoulders. But I couldn't with the straps pathing my hands away from each other. "Fuck, why was he punishing me…" she thought. She could feel his hands on her body; her mind had confirmed the feeling even though he had not yet touched her; that was the much pressure he was putting on her. This was torture. His lips left hers and sailed down to her neck, planting kisses all over her body as he went down her body. From her neck down to her abdomen, he'd pause and stare back at Lana, watching her reaction as he was about to kiss her sheath. Whenever he noticed her eagerly waiting for that, he'd suck on her thighs instead, making her crave his touches more and more, driving her insane. "Ahh, god! Why's he doing this… I want you so bad! Fuck!" She murmured in her mind. He monitored every second of her enjoyment, and Lana watched him as well, waiting to moan when he made contact with her body. If his caresses did not have her mewling like a baby or clawing at the bedsheets, he would redouble his efforts to inject lust and longing into her loins, making sure that she was highly aroused. This made Lana more and more aroused; she longed for his touch so badly that her body was set ablaze. The stubble of Mark's beard rasped against the smooth planes of her legs, and she saw her pale pink panties on the bed, which he'd pulled off. His facial hair added an indefinable tickle and torment to her most tender folds as he lapped around the edges of her entrance, turning her sheath into a puddle of delight. "You taste so good," he murmured, briefly pausing in his oral worship. He continued kissing Lana's thighs and going back to her abdomen. Sheer wickedness, it was like a devil eating her mercilessly.