Part Four, The best Fisting Model in Town A glove traced the line of his hip He moaned, his breath caught between DEEP BREATH

Description: A glove traced the line of his hip, dipping lower, spreading the oil. he moaned, his breath caught between deep breath, he couldn’t escape and no longer wanted to. the gloves explored him, every inch of skin caressed his mind floated—adrift in sensation. the world narrowed to oil-slick touches, the sound of latex over flesh, and the exquisite helplessness of giving in. there, bound and glistening, he was undone by every sensual stroke, lost in the overwhelming pull of his mistress power