Stare at this for me. Just stare and breathe half as fast as she’s breathing. Two seconds to inhale, two seconds to exhale… nice full breaths… still a little faster than normal, isn’t it? Keep breathing and watch. Imagine what time of day it is. Wonder how long he’s been doing this. Notice the cuffs on her wrists and the blindfold over her eyes. Did you notice the plugs in her ears? Watch his neck as he obviously works his tongue. Appreciate her stomach moving as he licks, she has that intake of breath. Continue those deep, measured breaths as you realize that this tiny snapshot in time probably felt like an eternity for her.. and that after this moment was surely more of the same, slow tonguing that will soon have her squirming and whimpering in her bonds.
And after that? Will he stop for a minute, letting her float blind, deaf, and restrained, to notice how her body is tingling? Will he finally, sloooowly penetrate her? Maybe he’ll leave her hot, aching pussy to start gently scraping those white trails of candle wax off of her breasts?
Keep breathing, and just watch for a bit. Fold your arms behind your back if it helps you empathize with how helpless she must be feeling.
Imagine how light-headed she must feel. Imagine how empty her mouth must feel. Smell the room… the clean bedspread, the fresh air from outside coming through the slightly ajar door, her own arousal, his scent… Notice the little things like how his hand is cradling her thigh, and how his hair dangling down over his forehead probably tickles just a little in her hyper-sensitive state. Imagine the warmth of his breath on her mons as he exhales through his nose.
Continue watching and breathing until you can feel his tongue, licking you, making you need.
