Angel of bondage
Like an angel brought from heaven
with her dark hair and pale skin
and her red lips gasping with pleasure.
She laid still in the air
not held by weak feather wings
but by strong caressing rope.
The angel was weightless, defying gravity
with her nipples pointing to the ground,
her skin a canvas for my hands.
It was all art, all love and beauty
from her look of pleasure and thrill
to the tension of the rope and my cock.
She stayed, hanging from the ceiling
loving me and being loved for hours
like the sweetest angel of bondage.
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¡Pero qué loco estás! jajaja ¡Me encanta!
La verdad cuanto más lo leo, más me gusta y la foto…joder, en color la foto es la hostia, aunque el bondage no sea mi rollo, la verdad. El bosque parece de cerezos en flor y bueno la chica…es una foto magnífica, macabra, pero magnífica…