The Sweaty Bodies

‘You’re twenty minutes late, do you want six, twelve or twenty-four?’

‘twenty-four’

A few minutes later his butt cheeks were shining red and his cock was rock hard.

One hundred and fifty minutes, twenty metres of cling film, a pair of scissors, a pin wheel, some candle wax, leather gloves and a few more spanks later he achieved the pinnacle of his evening.

As I lay next to him with laboured breathing, stroking the nail indentation in his shoulder he turned to me, smiled and said, ‘oh my god…that was tops!’