Catch her hands and own up
From Create Your Own Story
Might as well own it. You take her hands before she finds the undone cinch. “Alright, it was me – couldn’t resist,” you blurt. Her breath steadies, she doesn’t try to yank free. “Hmph – you’re bold,” her voice calm, almost amused.
Then she shifts – her wrists twist in your grip, guiding your hands up, pushing them under her robe and pressing them firm against her tits. They’re warm, soft, spilling over your palms, and she smirks, sightless but smug. “Well? Happy now?” she says, pushing her chest out enough to make your cock jump to attention, daring you to do more while she’s stuck in the black.
Do you:
