He could not resist her young lips full of promise. He was living an echo, unable to stop, her lips so close, inviting him. He pressed against those waiting lips with his own. Slowly he opened his mouth, his tongue tracing along her lips. Pressing to enter her. Offering her the promise of something delicious and dangerously sensual with his tongue.<br/><br/>His hand at her breasts with fire enough to start a small country into a torch. She seemed to move urgently with each new taste he offered her. He wanted her to desire. He wanted her to purr every time she thought of her bed, the wall, the leash, manacles, nipple clamps and the sound of his voice.  All of it or any combination a trigger for the wet he felt at his finger tips.<br/><br/>His finger along her heated wet folds. Her body an accomplice in his lust.<br/><br/>Moving her panties down her leg and over her ankle. His hand stroking up and keeping her thighs open. Encouraging her to open more as he suckled her nipple gently.<br/><br/>