She knew someone was watching when she walked in—curly hair wild, that tight little ass bare except for the orange belt snapping around her waist. Bent him over the couch first, no words just a slap on his thigh before sinking onto his cock like it was nothing. But then she turned around, straddled him again, and this time? This time it wasn’t about taking. The strap-on dug into his cheeks as she leaned forward, breath hot against his ear: ‘You gonna let me use you?’ Her voice dropped to a growl when he didn’t answer fast enough—hands grabbed at the ropes binding them together now.
