I never knew what to expect when we got together.

Lately it had been plain, vanilla sex. Kissing, oral, creampies, repeat. But considering how we met, I knew that would not last.

My suspicions were confirmed when he looked up from between my legs, his lips and chin slick with my pussy juices, and asked, "do you want your hands free, or do you want to see?"

It was honestly a hard decision. Partly because I was still coming down from the feeling of cumming on his tongue, and partly because I loved both. But I needed to choose before he decided for me.

"I want to see."

He nodded, then disappeared back to his bedroom, appearing a moment later with a long length of black, woolen rope. I stood, sliding off the dress he had pushed up earlier, too impatient to taste me to take it off.

I presented my hands with a smile, fully trusting my naked body to his whims.