I throw my clothes in a pile on the floor, stand naked and ready for his eyes, he observes me with a glint of a smile. He beholds all of me, with a joyous smirk, and a hint of lust on his lips. 

His hands are bound to the chair, he is unable to move or touch me, his cock ready for me, and my cunt aching for the holiness of his throning. I lick and taste my nipples, teasing him, I turn and bow giving him the perfect view of my ass, perfect view of my openings. 

He is hard and delicious sitting and awaiting me. I straddle his lap, allowing my breasts to bounce and rub against his cheeks and mouth, I tease his cock with the wetness of my folds, and then I kiss him. I kiss him with the burning passion of our lust, with the aching need of our desire, and I moan his heavenly name before sliding down his shaft. 

Somewhere between the tides of lust and love he and I melt and burn into each other. As our orgasms take hold I find his seed filling my soul.