Dragged back beneath Claude, Lillian had no chance to adjust.
He thrust into her, lips pressed tight, a tempest of motion. Her legs, splayed wide, staring in the air without any support, with no opportunity to close.
This time, Claude showed no tenderness, no rhythm, only relentless penetration, getting in and out of Lillian’s v****a.
Her bound wrists were tied uncomfortably. She wriggled, seeking escape. A coolness touched her breasts; she arched her chest, yearning for a caress.
So many discomforts, yet the fullness, the brutal treatment of her v****a, brought a strange satisfaction.
A moan escaped Lillian’s lips. Her v****a grew slick, and soon, the sounds of their coupling were punctuated by wet, slapping noises.
“Ah… Too fast… Claude…”
Lillian frowned, the emptiness in her up
