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So we finally tried that milf bdsm thing we always joked about, and honestly, it was way more intense than I ever let on before. She had this calm, almost bored look on her face while she tied my wrists to the headboard with rope that felt rougher than it looked, and the way she pulled the knots tight sent a little jolt straight to my clit before she even touched me. I was so wet already, and she knew it, whispering that I was her little project for the night, that I needed to learn my place, and when she guided my mouth down to his cock, the taste of him mixed with the sting of her leather crop on my ass made me gasp and take him deeper. Every time I tried to pull away, she’d yank my hair back and make me look up at him while she traced lines down my spine, and I couldn’t stop the whimper when she spread me open and teased me with a vibe before slipping inside me herself, riding me while I choked on him. The rhythm was messy and raw, her thighs slapping against mine, his fingers buried in my hair, and the whole time she kept ordering me to thank him, to thank her, until I came so hard my vision blurred. It wasn’t clean or pretty, just this sweaty, desperate power exchange that left me trembling and craving the next session before the ropes even came off.