From the draft folder (since I can't think to write lately.....)
"I am going to make My girl squirt."
"I can't make any promises Sir."
"I'm not asking you..."
Matching bra and panties as instructed, He walked around her admiring the view. He removed her bra, pinching her nipples as He neatly discarded the black lace.
Up on the bench on your hands and knees.
Her delicious arse wiggled. His finger hooked Her panties and ripped them downwards, exposing her pink flesh to Him. She loved the forceful nature of being peeled back to reveal her sex to Him.
The rattle of the metal as he clipped the ankle cuffs to the spreader bar made her breathless. She had little idea what she was in for. She had forgotten the texts from the day before. He hand slid between her legs, her shoulder and face on the bench.
The other one. Click and clank she was secured to the spreader bar. Wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and spreader bar and the girl was exposed, vulnerable, open. He enjoyed her arse, probing and playing. Her moans grew. She wriggled and pushed back against Him. Begging Him to play deeper.