"Pan?" she raised a brow. "How did you get tied to the chair?" Walking up to him she cupped his neck. "Are you ok?"
Pan shrugged his shoulders as he suppressed a moan. “I-I don’t k-know.”
Sitting on his lap she undid the knots on the rope around his chest. Pressing against him she reached behind him and undid the ones around his writs. She held one of them in her hand as she sat up again and rubbed it. “Are you ok? It doesn’t hurt does it?” She kissed the red spot.
Pan couldn’t stop the moan that escaped is lips at the touches. “N-not h-hurt.” He mumbled
She blushed, “I’m glad.” Leaning in, she kissed him, her chest pressed against his.
A moan escaped his lips at the touch
Her skin felt heated, flushed at the sound of his arousal. Mounting his lap she kissed him deeply, tasting his desire. “You’re so sensitive.”
He hummed in response.
"Should we stop?" She asked softly.
"D-do y-you want t-too?"
She shook her head, blushing. “No…”
"T-then we d-don't "











