One Wicked Night

Lisa II

I roll my lips over my teeth, giving his thick hard cock a few nibbles through his jeans—he groans, but there are no words. My spell fucking kicks ass.

I I unbutton his jeans, unzip his zipper and begin tugging his jeans off. This is a tad difficult since The spell paralyzed him— wasn't thinking it fully through, I chuckle to myself. I successfully pull the jeans from around his tight ass, his cock jutting outward me trying to bust through his purple boxer briefs.

"Hello," I say to his swollen cock, knowing neither it nor Mark will answer me. I look up at Mark to see him starting at me but I can't tell what he is thinking. Is he still pissed that he was supposed to be his turn or is he thoroughly enjoying this like last time? I honestly don't give a shit. It's all about me tonight.

I slide his pants off and then slide off his boxer briefs, his cock now slightly waiving back and forth as if it were saying hello. The sight makes me smile, my pussy warm—getting wetter.

I lean in to give his cock a little kiss before hopping off the bed to grab the rope out of my bag. I tie up hid arms and legs, each to a post on his bed frame, making sure the knots are nice and tight. I admire his muscularly cut body— my smile widens knowing I have him all to myself— I am in charge of pleasing him and know he will love every second of it.

Remembering is the part I am not sure of. Last time he didn't recall, so tweaked the spell in hopes he remembers this time. We shall see tomorrow.

I crawl onto the bed, straddling his stomach, staring at him. I proceed with pulling my top off over my head exposing my breasts, as they slightly bounce before settling. Mark grunts. I grab both breasts in my hands and give them a squeeze, moaning. I feel his cock tapping my backside. Be patient, I will be with you in a moment.