Nude and sitting on the floor, your wrists encased in thick silver rings bolted to the wall on either side of you head. There was no comfortable cloth between your skin and concrete. She stood looking down into your eyes, one heel on either side of your hips yet close enough that the inside of her ankles touched skin. Heels dark black with straps that wrapped around to the back, red painted toes veiled behind the thin hose that smoothed all the way along her thick thighs and held in place by garters that bit at the skin perfectly. The kind with that line down the back for that little extra detail.

She wore nothing else. Nothing but a smile as she moved a half step even closer. Reaching out her fingers tapped against your lips but she spoke no words, only pushing two into your mouth and began to stroke your tongue before retreating back to see if you would gag from the movement, pulling them from you before you got too overt with some lusty little show of it. No.. This wasn’t a night for you to please her or for her to please you. Tonight she wanted use. Simple. To the point. To use you for her own wants.

Fingers delightfully wet, they pushed between the already puffy lips of her cunt and began to make long slow stroking motions just inches from your mouth. Although she moaned slightly, leaned a touch forward and her other hand met the wall to give herself some grounding. The wet digits seemed to only be there to add a little slickness as if teasing you. Taking in a deeper breath she leaned her hips even more towards your face and began to grind herself against you. She didn’t care if your mouth was open and your tongue out to receive her, the chiseled bone structure of yours was enough to moan for again.