Saucy Sketch Tuesday #56 (Patreon)

Her male really did have a nice package, she mused as she settled her weight on his taut hamstrings. She could feel the swell of his ball sac and the hard protrusion of his erection through the fabric of her skirt. Beneath her, he gave a muffled groan.

Once, in another lifetime, he had been someone important. Someone who had commanded admiration and respect. Tonight, however, he was her toy, bent helplessly to her every whim and fancy. Figuratively and literally. She had him restrained naked to a straight-backed wooden chair, bent back over himself and molded to the furniture with the help of a few strategically-placed ties. The position left his every orifice delightfully exposed -- a fact she planned to thoroughly exploit by the night's end.

Knowing he would be able to hear her and yet be unable to reply, she raised her glass of rosé. "Cheers, love," she said, and drank.