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He sits on a beach chair under the yellow umbrella. The heat of the day glistening lazily on his skin. Green gold eyes hidden behind dark glasses.

She kneels at his feet, sucking his toes, kissing the inside of his ankle. She is naked, as is fitting, except for the accouterments of her bondage that he has given her. She shifts her weight to kiss his knees, her chains deliciously hard and cool on his hot skin. Her mouth worships his thighs. She is stopped by his shorts, so she sits back waiting for his command, graceful, silent in her submission.

He pulls out his cock, hard, erect and gives the signal. She reaches forward and takes it into her mouth. She teases the tip with her tongue and carefully uses the edge of her teeth along the length. She reaches up with her hands, but the chains stop them before she can use them.

His hands in her hair take control. She submits and opens her mouth wider. She has been practicing and can take almost his whole length, but her jaw aches, her throat contracts. He fucks her throat deeper, filling her with his essence. Delicious.

He sighs, releasing her hair and relaxing back into the chair. He usually spends more time and energy on dominating her, but not today. He is on vacation after all.

 

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