Michelle Anthony loves kinky sex
Michelle Anthony's pulse quickened when her phone lit up with a desperate call from her best friend's dad as she walked home from school. His voice was thick with panic and something darker—he was stripped naked at a hotel just down the street, wrists and ankles lashed tight to the bedframe in a failed bondage session, cock already half-hard from the helpless exposure, the key nowhere to be found. She rushed over, heart hammering, and the moment she stepped inside and saw him spread open, vulnerable and straining, a hot rush of slick arousal flooded between her thighs. Their secret glances turned molten; if they kept this filthy little tryst between them, they'd finally unleash every kinky fantasy they'd both been aching to explore.
