Emily came into the bedroom on Saturday night wearing a new nightie, obviously in the mood to play, cooed at me, "It's a good thing I leave the key at the office now, or else I might give in to temptation."
"You're a bitch," I glared at her, immediately swelling in the cage.
"I'd rather put that mouth to better use than swearing at me, love, wouldn't you?"
Of course, and I did, an hour of licking her to orgasm after orgasm, knowing there wasn't going to be one for me, not for some time.
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