Lisa Minci Smut - Tumblr Posts
OMG BEING TIED UP BUT ALSOOO being tied up by Lisa who has you on your 7th orgasm babbling and moaning her name telling her it’s to much as you shake against restraints hoping to break outta them…if you really wanted it to stop all you have to do is utter your safe word but I mean where’s the fun in that who doesn’t want Lisa spewing praise at you the entire time coaching you through your orgasms!
lisa is totally the type to tie you up! i headcanon thats she’s very into the bondage/bdsm side of things so this is just perfect!
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“the more you squirm, the tighter they become…”
she’s so cruel. her sweet laughs and soft face completely juxtaposing what her fingers were doing to you as they kept sinking in and out of your cunt. your wrists tied right above your head, with the rough, thorny rose vines that lisa conjured up to keep you in place from moving. they weren’t sharp, just rough, very rough as every bounce from her fingers, every nervous jump from your pulse led to marks littering your forearms in a pattern that just screams lisa.
“lisa lisa lisa…”
you cried out her name like a mantra, trying to ground yourself from the way she kept edging you with her hands. such long, gentle hands… totally unfitting for a lewd and dirty action such as this one…
“do you think it’s time to cum, cutie…?” lisa taunts sweetly, stroking under your chin with her free hand. “do you want me to let you cum…?”
please please please…yes please…
she laughs at your sex-drunk face, all sweaty and hot as you feel yourself clench around her fingers until she was trapped knuckles deep in you. “awe, is my little baby ready…?” she cooes, one of her fingers going down to play with your lips.
of course you were, you were so ready you could just—
she grins lazily and slides her fingers out tantalizingly slow. the cheshire like smirk on her face showing that she was just playing around.
“lisa…!” you grit your teeth at the loss of tension slowly unraveled from your stomach. “you—!”
you tried to grip onto her hands to pull her back inside, but a shock of electro from your rose-bound wrists prevented you from doing so. the beautiful yet restrictive purple vines locking you in place while you pout and whimper up at your wife.
“oh, don’t give me that pout, baby. i have a few toys we need to use, so spread those legs back open for me, okay…?”