Actually, that was in the morning. I remember that because you were wearing that pretty silver plug with your wrists taped together while you were checking your email on your hands and knees. I remember that because you were so good to stay like that while I went downstairs to check on the dogs.
And after that you were riding my cock, grinding against that little pink toy of yours, facing away from me so that I could grab your hips, slap your ass and play with that plug. I can’t actually get that image out of my head, nor do I want to.
xo
