Tip shifts again so that she is facing you, burying her face in your breasts and grinding her own sex against your thigh while pressing hers against your mound. Soft gasps escape her as she winds her slender arms around your neck and shoulders and surrenders to the sweet dance of mutual pleasure that follows. Soon enough, her cries join yours and while your orgasms are not quite simultaneous, it's pretty close.<br/><br/>Once both you and she are satiated, basking in afterglow and one another's comforting presence, she dares meet your eyes.<br/><br/>"I enjoy watching pretty women bound, helpless, and frustrated," she confesses shyly in that odd little monotone. "Cruel ropes, wicked toys, and another woman's touch forcing them to the gasping moments. Is that...wicked?" A shiver runs through her slender body. "Will you be upset if you catch me pleasuring myself to such a thing?"