Cum Dripping From Pussy
The cold metal of the cuffs bit into my wrists as I struggled against the padded restraints, tied spread-eagle to the velvet-draped bed. My bare tits rose and fell with each panicked breath, nipples already hard from fear—or was it excitement? I didn’t know anymore. The room smelled like leather, vanilla oil, and the faint musk of my own arousal. I was already wet. Pathetic. Needy.
And she knew it.
Harmony Wonder stood at the foot of the bed, slow and deliberate, lacing up her thigh-high latex boots. Her crimson lips curled into a smirk as her eyes raked over me. “Look at you,” she purred, voice like honey laced with poison. “Tied up, trembling… and already dripping.” She tapped my inner thigh with her boot. “Let’s see just how wet that little pussy is for me.”
She crawled up the bed, one slow glide at a time, her manicured fingers parting my soaked folds like she owned them. Because she did. Right now, she owned me. “Fuck,” she breathed, pressing two fingers deep inside. I gasped, arching off the bed, but the restraints held me down. “So tight… and so juicy. You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Dreaming about me making you beg… making you drown in pleasure?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her thumb found my clit, circling hard, fast, relentless. I moaned, shamelessly loud, hips bucking even though I couldn’t move. “Yes! Oh god, yes!” I cried.
“No gods here, baby,” Harmony whispered. “Just me. And I’m gonna make sure every drop of cum in that pretty little cunt stays right where I put it… until I say otherwise.”
She added a third finger, stretching me wider, curling them just right, hitting that spot deep inside that made my vision blur. I was soaking—my pussy gushed around her hand, juices running down my ass, slicking the sheets beneath me. “Look at this,” she said, pulling out slowly, her fingers glistening. “You’re dripping cum already… and I haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”
Then she leaned down and licked—long, slow, from ass to clit—sucking my wetness off her own fingers. “Mmm. You taste like mine.”
She mounted me, riding my thigh as she twisted her hips, grinding her own wet slit against me. I could feel her heat, her wetness, the way her clit throbbed as she teased herself. Then—finally—she reached for the strapon.
The thick, veiny silicone cock slapped against her stomach as she lubed it up. “You ready to be filled, baby?” she asked, positioning the tip at my entrance. I whimpered. “Please… please…”
She thrust in deep.
I screamed.
“Shhh,” she cooed, setting a brutal pace. “Take it. Take every inch. Take it like the greedy little slut who wants to be dripping cum out of her cunt.”
And I did.
Stroke after stroke, she pounded me—hard, deep, unrelenting. My tits bounced, my ass slapped against the mattress, and my pussy clenched around her, desperate, ravenous. I came first—hard—screaming her name as my walls milked the strapon. But she didn’t stop.
She flipped me over, bent me forward, and fucked me doggy-style until I came again—twice. Then she pulled out, flipped me back, and made me drink her off the strapon. “Taste yourself,” she ordered. “Taste how much you leaked for me.”
I did. And it was salty, thick, rich—pure cum and pussy juice, a cocktail of submission and ecstasy.
She came last—straddling my face, grinding until she shuddered, moaning my name like a prayer.
After, I lay there—untied, trembling—my thighs sticky, my cunt still dripping cum, my soul claimed.
Harmony traced a finger through the mess between my legs and smiled.
“Beautiful,” she whispered. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Scene Tags: Lesbian Domination, BDSM, Bondage, Facial, Cum Drip, Aftercare, Public Humiliation, Wet Pussy, Multiple Orgasms, Power Play, Femme Domme
