He stared at the wriggling woman who was face down on the bed. Her hands tugged at the ropes keeping her tied to the headboard. Her legs weren't tied but they were spread at the moment and he could see that no matter what she might have said in the beginning, her dripping little c*nt was proof enough that she wanted him to do this, wanted him to take her.
And he needed the release. He needed to hear her begging for it. Moaning like a w***e, creaming on his c*ck, as she squealed out her pleasure. And having her at his mercy, so she couldn't stop him after that initial orgasm... he couldn't wait to feel her milking his c*ck of all his c*m.
"You look so pretty all tied up with nowhere to go, baby."
She turned her head some, glaring at him and mumbling threats into the ball gag he'd popped
