Chapter 317 Her Cock Night:>>13

• He took a long drink. When he looked back at her, he realized she'd passed out, sprawled on the chair, her body glistening, cum and sun block dripping onto the patio, thighs spread wide, knees raised up so they were leaning against the arm rests. He raised her legs so they were draped over the armrest, opening her vulva even more.
• Matt placed each of her hands on an armrest, brushing against a knee and picked up some of the black leather shoelaces. They'd had Discipline, Sadism and Masochism, so it was high time for a bit of Bondage to catch up. He tied each wrist and knee to an arm of the chair, leaving an easy, loose knot on top. He then looped a long shoelace around her neck, wrapped an end around the base of each breast, and tied it so tightly that the lace dug into her flesh and made the breast bulge. Janice woke, groggy with pain, but still couldn't see. "What are you doing?" she moaned, her excitement building. She tried to feel her breasts with her hands but discovered she'd been immobilized.
• Silently, he bound the other breast. She began sliding around the chair, greasy from cum and sun block, in anticipation. He connected a short horizontal lace between the two breast laces. With his sharp thumbnail, Matt made a small rip in the front center of the taut bikini bottom, threaded a short lace through the tear and connected it to the horizontal one between her breasts, forcing the bikini, which was basically a g-string, into her sopping slit so that her labia protruded, below the crushed clit. "Ummmm," she moaned, getting hotter.