By bondagegimp

Breakfast

I begged him to open the mask again, but instead he turned me onto my stomach and even put my upper arm cuffs back on. I screamed but he just ignored me, turned me on my back again, opened the cage and took it off my cock. Bob sat on me so that my cock was wedged between my stomach and him and only the glans with the catheter was slightly protruding between his thighs.

“I want you to imagine in your mind’s eye how I’m sitting here on top of you and playing with your cock. Describe to me what you see!” I imagined the situation, him kneeling on me with his legs apart, my body wedged between his thighs, the large bulge between his thighs. His body rising above me, looking even bigger from below. His pectoral muscles are more clearly visible from here, as a relief that emerges vividly from his body, which also appears even wider from below.

The shoulders, which stand out as a curve in the silhouette, merge in one direction into the biceps, which virtually spill out of the suit, merge into the broad forearms and finally into his large hands. And in the other direction, coming from the shoulder, I see the strong bull neck with its curves under the rubber leading to the strong neck, to his angular face with the prominent cheekbones, the short trimmed full beard, the short shaved sides and the full black head of hair. Then, of course, the dark eyes that watch me with a penetrating gaze, as if they could see inside me.

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