CC-11195 A Binding Lust by Ron Flemming (EB)

As Babs stirred lazily in the bed, she could feel the familiar, almost hateful urge becoming demanding. The nipples of her conical breasts grew rigid and rubbed against the sapphire silk that covered them. Her eyes were large and eager, her moist lips pouted fullsomely.

A stirring at her side reminded her of the man she had spent the night with. As he turned over on to his broad back, it was obvious that he had been indulging in dream escapades, by the feel of the warm, stiffened penis that brushed her thigh. She looked with kindling eyes at his bronzed athletic frame as he sat up. He blinked and looked round the room.