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strap and toss the wasted scrap of fabric behind my back. She was as naked as me, except for a tiny little pair of panties that matched the négligée. I couldn’t wait to rip them off with my teeth.
    Forcing myself to go slowly, I spent a few moments exploring her tender breasts. They were small, but just the perfect palm full, and her nipples were long, hard, and super responsive. The slightest flick of my tongue made her shiver, and when I bit down with more force, grazing the sides of the bud, she whimpered and arched against me, her fingers burying themselves in my hair. That reminded me I still hadn’t confined her.
    Somehow, I managed to tear myself away from her breasts to lift one of her wrists. I watched her carefully the entire time, looking for signs of reluctance or withdrawn consent, but she seemed confident in her decision. I fastened the first, and she just smiled at me. Even when I had confined the second wrist, she didn’t seem nervous. Perhaps a little anxious, but I supposed that would be expected if you’d never been tied up before by someone.
    “Am I your first?”
    Her eyes widened. “You mean my first lover? No, of course not.”
    I laughed, though I didn’t like the twinge of possessiveness that shot through me at the idea of some other creep having touched her. “No, I meant am I the first guy with whom you’ve played these games? Or do you regularly let yourself be tied up?”
    “It’s the first time I’ve done it, but certainly not the first time I’ve imagined doing it.” She winked at me.
    Damn, she was brave. Sexy. Adventurous. Fucking beautiful. She was the kind of girl that got to a guy, and I didn’t want to be gotten to. I wanted to fuck her and run when this was over. I’d have to remind myself of that and keep us both on track for a short-term fling and nothing more. Right now, her sweet pussy beckoned though, and I was far more interested in it than setting boundaries for our relationship.
    I rasped a tongue down one of her nipples as I scooted down her body, trailing my tongue over her abdomen and making a pleased sound when I found her belly ring. She didn’t seem like the type to have one, so it was a nice surprise. I liked piercings. I didn’t actually have any myself, but I liked a girl to be pierced. I loved a nipple piercing, or a belly button piercing, and I’d even had a couple girls with clit piercings.
    They were fun to play with and seemed to drive the girls wild. As I ripped off her underwear with my teeth, a move that made her groan low and thrust against me forcefully, I briefly imagined finding a surprise clit piercing.
    However, as soon as I saw that pink flawlessness, I couldn’t imagine marring her perfect pussy with anything, even a decorative stud through her clit. I pulled open her folds, just eyeing her pink depths for a long moment as my mouth watered and my cock leaked pre-cum. She looked delicious, and she smelled even better. Her scent was intoxicating, and I breathed in deeply as my head lowered toward her slit.
    She had shaved or waxed recently. I think waxed, but I wasn’t entirely certain. Either way, she was smooth and hairless, the quintessential wet dream. When her folds were back together, her little clit peeked out shyly, but spread open as she was now, I could see every detail, including her swollen clitoris and enlarged hood. She was weeping fluid, and I bent to taste her, tongue lapping up each trail of her juices. She whimpered and cried out, her hips lifting her sweet pussy even closer against my face.
    Like a man starving, I dug in, tasting and licking every little part of her. I soon discovered she liked it when I flicked my tongue under her clit instead of across it, and it drove her mad when I thrust three fingers into her slippery folds while circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. My cock was hard and aching as I licked her, lapping at her heat before sucking hard on her sensitive nub.
    She came with an enchanting