Marcus pulled out of her slowly, his softening c**k dragging against her swollen walls. A thick flood of his c*m immediately leaked out of her well-f****d p***y, running down between her ass cheeks and pooling on the ruined silk sheets. Clara lay there, completely spent, her body humming with the intense aftershocks of her orgasm. She expected him to get dressed, collect his money, and leave. That was what she had paid for. One night of intense roleplay.
But Marcus didn't leave.
He got off the bed and walked over to his black duffel bag, which he had left by the door. He unzipped it slowly, pulling out a set of heavy leather cuffs connected by a short silver chain. Clara's eyes widened, and fresh wetness immediately flooded her sore p***y.
"What are those for?" she asked, her voice stil
