Women Seeking Women #79

January 20th, 2012. Cold metal dug into my wrists while the room spun red. She rode me slow, thighs locked tight, her cunt gripping like she needed every inch to remind herself she still had me. My blood tasted like old pennies on her tongue. She leaned in, bit the cut above my eye, sucked until the skin pulsed. When she ground down harder the cuffs rattled and I felt my cock twitch against the wet heat wrapping it. She smiled with my blood on her teeth and whispered she liked it when I couldn't touch back. Heat crawled up my spine. Pressure gathered low in my gut. I clenched my jaw, breathed through it, let the ache spread and stayed hard for her anyway.