Chained Nipples in the Courtyard: My First Raw Lesbian Surrender
The courtyard gravel crunched under tires that night. Heart slamming. First time like this. Anne chained to the wrought-iron gate, blindfolded. Me too, but hiding my cuffs. Our nipples linked by that thin chain. Every twitch yanked delicious pain. Hypersensitive. She rubbed her ass against the cold twisted bars, hunting friction. I gave slack, watching…