Sometimes, we almost have sex…

Ok, maybe I should clarify that.  We have lots of sex.  But sometimes, we almost have…regular sex.

Almost.

“Almost” meaning:  just a rope or two.  Or mini-breast presses and a rope. Over the end of his desk. With his hand holding my wrists tied behind my back and my tits clamped in the breast presses grinding into the top of his desk and our drinks sloshing on the desk top and him taking pictures as he fucks me from behind.

Like I said: Sometimes we almost have sex.

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