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She stood in front of him, admiring. She watched his chest rise and fall. His breathing a little quicker than usual - she guessed it was the anticipation. She watched as he flexed his shoulders, his pectoral muscles. Was it slight discomfort? He held the ropes that bound his wrists above his head with his large, capable hands. She smiled as her gaze followed the flex down to his abdomen, his cock, his thighs. She liked the way his body hair sat darkly against his skin. So masculine. So textural. Rough. She imagined running her hands across it. Raking her fingers through it. She swallowed and bit her lip, thankful of his blindfold. She walked a little closer, making sure he could feel her warm breath on his skin. He flinched as she held her face close to his chest, breathing in his scent. Her cunt throbbed. But she did not touch him. Not yet.
Slowly she walked around him. His back muscles tight with the slight strain of standing with his arms suspended above his head. Good. She liked the way he looked. Naked. Vulnerable. Hers.
Her eyes took in every inch of his skin. The marks that made him unique. Freckles, scars, moles. She decided then that she would touch them all. With her fingers. With her lips. Her tongue. She would cover his back with her touch, tracing his body down to his ass. She’d never been much of an “ass” woman, but his was the exception. She would dig her nails into it as he thrust into her. The thought made her take a sharp breath, her heart thudding in her chest. She moved close enough to him to lightly brush his ass with her hip. He swung forward slightly and she heard a soft moan. As she finished her slow circle of him, her eyes went directly to his cock. Tight, erect, veins raised. And she was yet to touch him. She smiled and bit her lip again. It was going to be a good night.
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