Having an Affair with the Neighbor
As he slipped the gag ball gently between my lips, my heartbeat quickened—we both knew we must be cautious. His wife was just next door, and every muffled breath was a reminder of the thrill and risk.
He tightened the straps of the ball gag. A wicked smile spread across his lips as he watched me submit. My sounds turned into soft gasps and quiet whimpers.
We were neighbors, often exchanging polite smiles as we passed by. Yet here we were, caught up in the secrecy of a stolen moment. The BDSM ball gag pressed against my lips, heightening my sensitivity, my every response bare under his gaze.
His hand roamed over my wrists, which he had bound firmly behind me, each small attempt to move met with resistance. The gag ball silenced my voice. I had to let my body respond to his every touch. My muffled moans filled the room, encouraging him to continue.
His hands moved slowly, brushing down my neck and over my chest, fingertips tracing every inch of exposed skin, sending shivers along my spine. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Keep it quiet… unless you want her to hear."
His words alone sparked a wave of desire that seemed to surge through my entire body, igniting a reckless need. He pulled me closer, pressing his hips against mine, his hands roaming lower, exploring every curve, every inch he could reach.
His mouth moved down my neck, teasing with his lips and teeth. His hands gripped my waist tightly as he positioned himself between my legs. The excitement grew stronger and more intense.
His fingers traced patterns down my thighs, slow and deliberate, each touch setting my skin alight. When he finally entered me, every feeling became stronger. The gag in my mouth, the binding of my hands, and his movements all intensified. Each thrust was harder and more deliberate than the one before.
I could not cry out. I only had muffled, gasping breaths. Each thrust filled me deeper and pushed me closer to surrender. His hand held my thigh tightly.
His rhythm was strong and unyielding. The weight of his body pressed against me, keeping me down as he took me fully. The tension between us grew with every movement.
Finally, I surrendered completely, lost in the waves of pleasure. They crashed over me, holding me tight in the grip of our exciting, forbidden encounter.
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