I want to keep her there

God she’s stunning. She’s tied with her elbows up, her wrists tied to her shins, her kneeling legs wrapped around a pillow. I put her toy on her precious little clit an hour ago, and she’s still whining and struggling. (She hasn’t dropped her bell, so I know she’s fine) She’s always been quiet, preferring whimpers and sighs over screams, but I love her little yelps when I crop her soft skin. I want to put that toy on high and have her writhe for me. I want her to squeal as I tug on those nipple clamps torturing her poor tits. She thinks sitting back on the pillow will help, but it will only make the toy press harder on her sweet clit.

I want to fondle her face as she cums over and over again. Id let her drool all over my hands before shoving my fingers in her beautiful body. She’d cum so hard and so fast, so much. It’d feel painful to cum so many times, but she loves it nonetheless, my beautiful doll.

And when we’re finally done and I’ve set her free, taken the toy, and removed the clamps? I’m keeping her on that pillow as she leans against me, holding her body in my arms and resting her head between my tits, letting my hands massage her sensitive skin. I want to keep her there, on that pillow, resting her tired pussy. I want to keep her there, in my tits. I want to keep her there, in my arms.

I want to keep her.